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

he wanted to commit murder.

against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When

a chill in her gaze. “Of course.”

not a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of hers.

well now, and then she

couldn’t help

her back and said. “Get some rest. When you feel better, I’ll take you out for a

“Fine. Go ahead. I’ll take a nap.”

and stood

left the room, the servant took the plate from him.

He seemed to have morphed into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is

replied the

then went to the study. He had been home for some time but had since accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although

slept through

there was a beautiful dim glow

anything and wanted

covered with thick, expensive

didn’t find any shoes, so she went down

up, she still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s been too long.”

a few seconds before walking slowly

corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations.

she walked down

a big, maze–like

also had many such manors in Epea. She was

went down the spiral staircase

dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while. many others were working

were all Aplothian.

her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to hide her

her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs.

hurried over and stood aside respectfully,

greeting her this way and was at a loss.

brushed it off and replied, “I’m coming down for

because of

went to get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next

the servant and put on the shoes.

in the Lawrence family,

many.

liked noise, they hired

Outside the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted