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

was so angry that he wanted to commit murder.

his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When

a chill

gracious person. Taking

now, and then she could take

help

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

nodded. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll take a nap.”

smiled and stood up to leave.

he left the room, the servant took the plate from

tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No

sir,” replied

time but had since accumulated a list of things to sort

slept through the

there was a beautiful dim glow in

anything and wanted

with thick, expensive carpet.

so she went down

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

few seconds before

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

she

a big, maze–like place.

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

the spiral staircase without making a sound.

and saw more than a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while. many others were working outside.

were all Aplothian.

and a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing

and greeted her

hurried over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

aback by them greeting her this way and was

coming down for a walk to get some air. Where

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

get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, please put these on.”

the servant and put on the shoes.

a number of servants in the Lawrence

many.

Samantha liked noise, they

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