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.

past, he didn’t want to ask. But now, it involved

placed the cup on the table. “Now what?

what I

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

he entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the intoxication in his eyes.

on the balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed

so he picked it up and checked the notification.

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password, a message

Flamation forum has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked

a moment, Jamie flipped the ash of his

they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are

came quickly. ‘I just asked Boss,

they know her face, we need to give her a new one!

back in his pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into the room to

the stand steamer in the room

committee’s last update.

took the opportunity

he became more and more serious about the matter

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

Brisa’s missions for The

was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never any missions

page was the only exception, but Brisa never accepted

to find an explanation, but their

to be calm during her stay in the villa, but she had made. up

still no news tomorrow, I’ll quit the contest. Inken and I need to find a

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

a small bucket as she walked on the

the seashells, all she could think of

walking until she reached the end of Pink Beach. Due to the program, the production team had reserved

into the distance and found a group of boys in their late teens playing

much energy,” she lamented before

pain in her back. After she got hit by the volleyball, the boys immediately ran to