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 immediately to keep calm.

he wanted

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

there was a chill in her

gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of

well now, and

help

some rest. When you feel better, I’ll take

ahead. I’ll

and stood up to

room, the servant took the

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

sir,” replied

to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so

slept through the

she woke up, there was a

while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted to go

with thick,

shoes, so she went down barefoot.

she still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s

a few seconds before walking slowly toward the

seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations.

glances, she walked down the corridor.

was a big, maze–like

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

the spiral staircase without making a sound.

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

they were all Aplothian.

and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to hide her

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

over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her

taken aback by them greeting her this way and was at a

off and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to get some air. Where is

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

shoes she had prepared and squatted next

and put on the shoes.

servants in the Lawrence

many.

neither Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they

outside. Outside the manor was a beautiful