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.

crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and

I woke up

hair and quietly comforted

of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him

and sweet that Nico could not help

time to dwell on their loving display. Nico

announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart

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

Cedrick’s expressions

Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then,

over eighty years old, and the

day after his mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity

abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

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

Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play for someone as

in agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t

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

thought,

and instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll

“Sure.”

left for the garden. He took out his phone and

should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test.

“Mm-hmm.”

chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory

mentioned she had two patrons. They must be extremely 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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room,

suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and

was short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could

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

living room plunged

do a paternity test even if

and he 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 in