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

he controlled his expression

he wanted to commit

her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the time comes, we

there was a chill

Taking revenge was a principle

now, and

couldn’t help coughing.

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

“Fine. Go ahead. I’ll take a nap.”

stood

he left the 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.

the study. He had been home for some time but had since accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so busy

slept through the night.

woke up, there was a

didn’t hear anything and wanted to

floor was covered with thick,

find any shoes, so

still felt a little uncomfortable.

for a few seconds before walking slowly

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

few glances, she walked

was a big, maze–like

Epea. She was familiar with their general structures, so she was not too

down the spiral staircase without

and saw more than a dozen servants keeping busy

they were

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

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

and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her

greeting her this way and

and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk

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

she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, please put

thanked the servant and put on

servants in the Lawrence family, but nowhere near

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only

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