Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 200

It was a shame Anthony couldn’t see that.

She just wanted to keep pretending she was asleep.

Suddenly, Anthony’s phone rang.

Frustrated, she rolled over and returned to her side of the bed.

Anthony declined the call before sitting up.

Under the glow of a dim wall lamp, the room was filled with a light aroma of essential oils.

Anthony knew she was awake. He didn’t rush her.

It was better to learn the past from her than from others.

It would be objective and straightforward.

Genevieve turned and sat up, drawing her hair up casually. Some stray locks fell, making her look sleepy and

languid.

Her features were gentle and beautiful in the soft glow.

She simply sat in silence. After a long while, she sighed, and her shoulders started to tremble inadvertently.

Perhaps this was the breaking point for her. When she recalled a specific moment from the past, she no longer

wanted to contain her emotions.

Stunned, Anthony looked up to see her crying.

“Genevieve, why are you cryingenue

1. it. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t,” he said.

It didn’t seem like Anthony had any experience consoling a woman. The confusing situation at hand sent him

into a panic.

He froze when his hand touched Genevieve’s face..

His hand was wet with her tears..

She wasn’t pretending.

Anthony’s heart sank.

The next second, Genevieve pushed him away, disgusted by his touch, and got up from the bed.

feel no remorse for you. When my love for you was at its strongest, you dealt me a fatal blow. With your illegitimate child and

life!”

her tears at the thought of

place. There was no way she could’ve kept the

possibly look back on

to act anymore. All she wanted was

was suddenly

Anthony immediately jumped down and hugged her..

seemed to have lost all of its warmth.

felt a dull pang in

She wasn’t acting.

feelings of agreement and

sorry. Let’s stop. Calm down, Genevieve. Stop thinking about it. Il 3 an in sus pres

to push him away and staggered outside. “Go away. I changed my mind. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I

pushed Anthony away. Afraid of hurting her by being

sighed and moved closer to hug her. “All right, I’ll leave. Don’t be angry, and don’t come out in case you catch

forehead. He was reluctant and crestfallen.

I won’t hurt you,” he uttered.

door

believe his

before he lost his memory. She couldn’t possibly expect him

memory.

its spots. She no longer held any expectations

he stood outside the room, listening to the restrained

chest,

before turning around and returning to the

bedroom was

and clothes were everywhere. It was leading a life of extravagance.

had begun to itch.

rashes from his allergy had kept him from falling

room but couldn’t find any allergy

driver and ask him to bring

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was too concerned about her to

she had only kicked him out of the bedroom, not the house.

taken him aback.

for everything

had truly

had felt nothing for her, why did he have such an intense and long–repressed fondness for her now?

the couch in dismay,

wasn’t coming out,

inspecting its territory and regarded Anthony as the object of its inspection.

its