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

so angry that he wanted to commit murder.

her hair. “Let’s not dwell

smiled elegantly, but there was a chill

a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle

well now, and then she could take revenge.

couldn’t help coughing.

her back and said. “Get some rest. When you feel

Go ahead. I’ll

and stood up to leave.

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

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

replied the

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

slept through

was a beautiful dim glow in

anything and wanted to go downstairs.

floor was covered with thick, expensive carpet.

any shoes, so she went down

a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe

before

with classic luxury in mind with exquisite

she walked

a big,

many such manors in Epea. She was familiar

the spiral staircase

busy in an orderly

they were all Aplothian.

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

see her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon, why are you here?”

hurried over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

aback by them greeting her

off and replied, “I’m coming down for

the office because of something urgent.

had prepared and squatted next

and

were a number of servants in the Lawrence family, but

many.

neither Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the

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