Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 137

When Genevieve finished her meal, Louis returned, took the plate away, and wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin.

He seemed extremely gentle.

Genevieve’s heart quivered.

She immediately lowered her eyes and smiled as if nothing had happened.

Louis said in a gentle voice, “I’ve told Mr. Lawrence. Don’t worry. They said that when you get better, they will come and visit. You can recuperate without any concerns.”

Genevieve frowned slightly and nodded.

She no longer doubted Louis.

Louis then poured her a glass of water and calmly asked, “Now, can you tell me how you disappeared and fell into the sea?”

Genevieve’s face stiffened slightly as she remained briefly silent.

Then she raised her head and slowly clenched her fists. “It’s my problem. I’ll solve it.”

Louis suddenly tightened his grip and held her clenched palm. Eventually, he let loose and firmly held her hand. “From the moment I jumped, it was no longer just your problem, Gen.”

Louis stared at Genevieve. His facial features were clearly similar to Anthony’s, but Genevieve reckoned they looked quite different now.

His eyes were deeper and more complex, like a calm sea. It was hard to tell if its depths were turbulent or tranquil.

Genevieve’s heart tightened slightly, and her initially cold heart seemed to melt from the warmth she felt.

She pursed her lips, returned to her senses, and gradually calmed down.

She slowly withdrew her hand, the corners of her mouth twitching, and looked up at him.

The light outside the window was soft and warm.

Certain images lingered in her mind..

She then calmly described what had happened on the cruise ship.

Louis, who’d been looking at her with kindness, suddenly narrowed his eyes considerably. There was a frightening chill in his sharp, dark, gaze.

She chuckled and watched his reaction. “Unexpectedly, the person I saved by donating bone marrow wanted to take my life.”

Chapter 137

veins on Louis‘ forehead bulged slightly, and he controlled his expression immediately to keep

was so angry that he

against her hair. “Let’s not dwell

was a chill in

Taking revenge was a

well now, and then she could

help coughing.

rest. When you

ahead.

smiled and stood up to

room, the servant

into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is allowed in, nor can

sir,” replied the

of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so busy he barely had time

slept through the night.

a beautiful dim glow in

while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted

was covered with thick, expensive carpet.

any shoes, so she

still felt a

for a few seconds before walking slowly toward the door.

the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with

few glances, she walked

a big, maze–like

was familiar with their

down the spiral staircase without

and saw more than a dozen servants keeping busy in

were all

and a little messy, and her eyes

surprised to see her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon, why

stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

aback by them greeting her

“I’m coming down for a walk to get some air. Where is

servant said respectfully, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office because of something urgent. If you need anything, just tell

to get the shoes she had prepared and

and put on the

were a number of servants in the Lawrence family, but nowhere near this

many.

liked noise, they hired

was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and