My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Edward held his phone tightly. His expression was surprisingly more conflicted than Freya’s when she was in the banquet hall earlier.

Jamie leaned back on the sofa and rested his arms on both sides. He fixed his gaze on his younger brother. “Edward, have you ever thought about fighting for yourself?”

“What do you mean?” Edward asked, confused.

“Freya.”

After a moment of silence, Edward tightened his grip on his phone as he answered, “Jamie, she sees me as a younger brother. I’m like a family to her.”

Being treated like her own brother, he felt so close yet so far from her.

He smiled bitterly. A hint of helplessness appeared on his handsome face. “Whenever Frea spends time with me, she’s relaxed, as though she doesn’t see me as a man.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jamie sat taller. “What’s the point of keeping up the act? You should tell her your feelings.”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Once Freya discovered his feelings for her, knowing her, she would definitely start to avoid him, just like what she did to that guy from the Hood family.

She was resolute and only hesitated when it came to Radley.

Jamie fell silent for a moment. “Edward, think carefully. It might be your only chance to tell her your feelings.”

Edward nodded. The whistling kettle in the kitchen interrupted them.

He got up and went into the kitchen. Later, he returned with a cup of ginger tea. “Jamie, something has been bothering me for a while.”

Jamie paused as if he knew what Edward was going to ask. “If you’re not sure whether you should ask or not, leave it be.”

“But, Jamie, how did you get seriously injured before? You have been changing jobs after Dad. and Mom passed away, but I always feel like those weren’t your real jobs.” Edward held Jamie’s gaze. “I didn’t want to pry, but now you’re working in the Kaufmann Group.”

And known by your colleagues as a gentle and charming special assistant. Edward completed the sentence in his mind.

He knew Jamie better than anyone else. Those aren’t the true him.

now, it involved the Kaufmann

the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is more

not what I

hurt the person you like.” Jamie returned to his room after the statement.

entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness

the balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto his messy bed.

picked it up and checked the notification.

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password, a message

Green Flamation forum has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked

the ash of his cigarette and

finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you trying to declare war against The

asked Boss, and Boss said

‘Since they know her face, we need to give her a new

walking into the room to pick up his suit

stand steamer in the room to iron his jacket

Pink Beach in Hartterre, it had been two days since the organizing committee’s last update. It seemed like they had left room for

had been busy over the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask

was rather optimistic. However, he became more and more serious about

in their investigation, so they refused to release Brisa. Even when

Brisa’s missions for The Green Flamation forum over

Green Flamation forum was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never any missions that were out of line under the Ink’s

page was the only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission from

days to find

in the

tomorrow, I’ll quit the contest. Inken and I need to find a way to rescue

The tide rose, and the waves repeatedly lapped against the shore and

walked on the beach. It was already

she picked up the seashells, all she could

Beach. Due to the

were still open to tourists. Freya looked into the distance and found a group of boys in their late teens playing volleyball by the

energy,” she lamented before

her back. After