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

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 on this.

a chill in her gaze. “Of

Taking

needed to get well now, and then she could

help

When you feel better, I’ll

“Fine. Go ahead.

smiled and stood up

the room, the servant took the plate from

“You can’t expose

sir,” replied

accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although he’d been

through

she woke up, there was a beautiful dim glow in the

anything and wanted to go

floor was covered with

shoes, so she

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

a few seconds before walking slowly toward

at the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic

she walked

was a big,

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

the spiral staircase without making

than a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly

were

hair was ruffled behind her cars and a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to hide

was surprised to see her and greeted her

and stood aside respectfully,

greeting her this way and was at

coming down for a walk to get some air.

said respectfully, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office because

get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon,

servant and

in the Lawrence family, but nowhere

many.

Samantha liked noise, they hired only

Outside the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and elegant lights.