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 neck and shoulder,

he whined, “I was so upset when I woke up this

hair and

of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically

rare and sweet that Nico could not

was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his

jumped apart upon

report. “The investigation

expressions

helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored

eighty years old, and the woman had been

mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts

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

but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven.

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

I can get it done at a hospital outside of

some thought,

Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new date

“Sure.”

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

hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this

“Mm-hmm.”

swelled in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory incident at Mi

influential figures in Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his behavior today. But whoever the patron

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he could not be

darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone poison

realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one

room

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

eventually shook his head 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 only his

heart sank