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.

tucked his head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and

so upset when I woke up this morning and

his hair and quietly comforted

of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view

rare and sweet that Nico could not help but

their

coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing

jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

“The investigation results are

and Cedrick’s expressions

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

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 next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test at

private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have

been transferred abroad as well. It

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

agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We

another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside

some thought,

“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.”

his phone and called Mr. Dalberg, the prison warden

should finally see a conclusion after

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into the room,

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

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

seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison.

living room

to break the silence. “We can still do a paternity test even if he’s dead. Is his body

head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of

heart sank