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.

his head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting cute

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

hair

returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him

was so rare and sweet that Nico could not help but

their loving display. Nico had

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

jumped

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

expressions darkened

Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby

had a mother who was over eighty years old, and the woman had been

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

abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery since

had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain overseas

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

overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t trust this

get it done at a hospital outside of town to

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a

“Sure.”

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

should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to spend sleepless

“Mm-hmm.”

emotions swelled in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory

a member of

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

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

darkened, and he asked,

remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it

room plunged into

can still do a paternity test even if he’s dead. Is his

ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off

heart sank