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

up this morning and realized your side of

his hair and quietly

Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically coquettish

rare and sweet

there was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico

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

jumped

approached them and submitted his report. “The investigation results are

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

helping Gwendolyn to a

a mother who was over eighty years old, and the

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

same day, he boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

of his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It

paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points

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

at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper

thought,

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

“Sure.”

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

should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test.

“Mm-hmm.”

emotions swelled in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into the room, looking incredibly

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

he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone poison

remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison guards did not notice

room plunged into

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

eventually shook his head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off

heart sank