Wooing My Ex-Wife

Evelyn’s expression froze at Treyton’s words.

A while later, she lowered her head unwillingly and mumbled, “Okay.”

“Good girl! That’s the generosity befitting of the Harris family’s heiress,” Treyton praised and stroked her hair.

The moment was short-lived. He turned away quickly and declared, “Change back into your clothes. You probably have to come by another day when your face is better.”

In the meantime, Gwendolyn left the commercial district.

She opened her purse once she was inside her car and took out a small note.

It had been stuffed into her hand by Treyton earlier.

The note simply read: Give me some time.

Gwendolyn frowned in incomprehension as her gaze traveled over Treyton’s familiar scrawl.

Why does he need more time? Did he find out about something and is looking into it?

Her phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from Cedrick, interjecting her thoughts.

When the line connected, Cedrick grumbled, “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?”

Gwendolyn replied cajolingly, “I’m already done with my errands, so I’ll be back ASAP. I couldn’t bear to wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly.”

Cedrick’s harrumph was muffled by the blankets. He asked, “What did you go out to do? Are you hurt?”

Her chest swelled with satisfaction as she boasted, “Well, I slapped a pretentious b*tch several times, so I’m feeling great!”

“You hit someone?” Cedrick’s tone turned anxious as he added, “Does your hand hurt? I’ll massage it for you when you’re home.”

Gwendolyn chuckled, moved and amused by his concern. “I’m not that fragile. In fact, I’m still on cloud nine!”

They chatted for almost fifteen minutes before ending the call, and Gwendolyn steered the car toward Harrick Villa.

Cedrick had washed up when she arrived, though he was still dressed in his billowing silk sleeping robe.

He was standing right behind the front door and gently pulled her into a hug when she walked in, inhaling her comforting scent.

into the crook between

when I woke up

hair and quietly

then, Nico returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically

was so rare and sweet that

there was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his

jumped apart upon

his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed off about

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

to a nearby couch. Then,

a mother who was over eighty years old, and the

the exact day after his mother’s departure. The next day, he also

boarded a private jet abroad, and his

his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to

Nico couldn’t have

nodded in agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas,

at a hospital outside of town

some thought, Gwendolyn

instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when

“Sure.”

left for the garden. He took out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg, the

the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You

“Mm-hmm.”

recalled

Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

downcast thoughts, Nico rushed

at the prison! Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and

expression darkened, and he asked, “How could

Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering

room plunged

break the silence. “We can still do a paternity test even if he’s dead.

and because of his history of

sank