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.

the past, he didn’t want to ask. But now, it involved the Kaufmann family and Freya, so he

“Now what? ‘Frea’ is

not what

that I won’t hurt the person

entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the

before tossing the

so he picked it up

‘Newest Message’

the password, a message

Green Flamation forum has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your

flipped the ash of his cigarette

If the Kaufmann family finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt

came quickly. ‘I just asked Boss,

‘Since they know her face, we need to give

pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into the room to pick

the stand steamer in the room

committee’s last update. It seemed like they had left room

busy over the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she

first, Inken was rather optimistic. However, he became more and

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

looked into Brisa’s missions for The

was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there

was the only exception, but Brisa never accepted any

find an explanation, but their effort was

during her stay in the villa, but

the contest. Inken and I need to

the sky orange. The tide rose, and the waves repeatedly lapped against the shore and receded.

carried a small bucket as she walked on the beach. It was

she picked up the seashells, all she could think of was Brisa.

Due to the program, the production team had

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

she lamented before walking

it far, she felt pain in her back. After she got hit