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

Louis‘ forehead bulged slightly, and he controlled his expression immediately to keep calm.

that he wanted to commit murder.

before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell

elegantly, but there was a chill in

a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of hers.

needed to get well now, and then she could take

couldn’t help coughing.

you feel

ahead. I’ll take

and stood up

room, the servant took the plate from

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

sir,” replied the servant.

accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so busy

through the night.

woke up, there was a

she didn’t hear anything and wanted to

covered with thick, expensive

find any shoes, so she went down

as Genevieve stood up, she still felt a

paused for a few seconds before walking

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

she walked down

a big, maze–like

Epea. She was familiar with their general structures, so she

the spiral staircase without making

keeping busy in an orderly manner, while. many

they were all

little messy, and her

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

stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

was momentarily taken aback by them greeting her this way

“I’m coming down for a walk to get some

office because of something urgent.

had prepared and squatted

and put

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

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they

manor was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and elegant