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

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

hair and quietly

of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a

and sweet

time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had

coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion

jumped apart

submitted his report. “The investigation results are

expressions darkened almost

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

eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly brought

exact day after his mother’s departure. The next

jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery

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

reading through the report. “Both paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have

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

can get it done at a hospital

some thought,

into action and instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new date for the

“Sure.”

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

a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to

“Mm-hmm.”

as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory incident at

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into

suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he could

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 why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison guards did not

living room

the first to break the silence. “We can still do

and because of his history of seizures, the prison

sank