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

that he wanted

a few seconds before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the time comes, we won’t

smiled elegantly, but there was a chill in

Taking revenge was a principle

and then

couldn’t help coughing.

some rest. When you

“Fine. Go ahead. I’ll take a

and stood

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

jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is

sir,” replied

of things to sort

through the

a beautiful dim glow

while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted

covered with

didn’t find any shoes, so

still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s been too

a few seconds before walking

and looked at the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations. Even the paintings

glances, she walked down

big,

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

went down the spiral staircase without making a sound.

keeping busy in

they were

hair was ruffled behind her cars and a little messy, and her eyes

her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon,

hurried over and stood aside respectfully,

was momentarily taken aback by them greeting her this way and was

and replied, “I’m coming down for

the office because

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

servant and put on the

servants in the Lawrence family, but nowhere near this

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired

a beautiful garden, dotted with