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 Gwendolyn’s

was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your

his hair and quietly comforted

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

sweet that Nico could not help

was no time to dwell on their loving

coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

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

expressions darkened almost

reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby

mother who was over eighty years old, and the

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

abroad,

the ownership of his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain overseas

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

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

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

thought, Gwendolyn nodded

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

“Sure.”

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

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

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

thoughts, Nico rushed into the

the prison! Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a

darkened, and he

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

living room plunged

can still do a paternity test even

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

sank