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.

head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s

when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the bed was already cold

hair and quietly comforted

of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full

sweet that Nico could not help but

no time to dwell on their

announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion

immediately jumped apart upon

them and submitted his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby

eighty years old, and the

performed Gwendolyn and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The

same day, he boarded a private jet abroad,

enough, the ownership of his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain

paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data

overseas, someone

paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure

some thought, Gwendolyn

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 prison warden at

he left the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to spend sleepless nights worrying about this any

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the

of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

thoughts, Nico rushed

at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They

and he

sighed and shook his head, explaining, “No. The doctor examined Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows

room plunged

to break the silence. “We can still do a

ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his body, so probably

heart sank