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 immediately to keep calm.

that he wanted to commit murder.

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

a chill in her gaze. “Of

was not a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle

well now, and

couldn’t help

you

Go ahead.

stood

as he left the room, the servant took the plate from

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

sir,” replied the

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 he

through

was a beautiful dim glow

didn’t hear anything and

with thick, expensive carpet.

shoes, so she

Genevieve stood up, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

paused for a few seconds before walking

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

glances, she walked down the

was a big, maze–like

manors in Epea. She was familiar with their general

the spiral staircase without making a sound.

saw more than a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while.

they were

a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This

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

and stood aside respectfully,

taken aback by them greeting her this way and was

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

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

get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve.

the servant and put on the

a number of servants in the Lawrence

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the

manor was a beautiful