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, acting

so upset when I woke up

his hair and

Villa was

sweet that Nico could not help but

time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

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

and Cedrick’s expressions

before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored

over eighty years old, and the woman had

and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The next day, he also

jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a

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

done by Alban, but Nico

as his mother was sent overseas, someone

get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper with the

thought,

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

“Sure.”

out his phone

a conclusion after this

“Mm-hmm.”

recalled

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 is, this person is still

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into the room, looking incredibly

at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to

relief was short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen?

and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because

room

to break the silence. “We can still do

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,

heart sank in