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 shoulder, acting cute and

woke up this morning and realized your side of the

his hair and quietly comforted

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

scene was so rare and sweet that Nico could

to dwell on their loving display. Nico had

to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

his report. “The investigation results are

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

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

over eighty years old, and the woman had been

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

private jet abroad, and his

enough, the ownership of his assets had been transferred abroad

reading through the report. “Both paternity 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

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

don’t we do another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make

thought, Gwendolyn nodded

secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide

“Sure.”

He took out his phone

left the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You

“Mm-hmm.”

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

there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into the

foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago

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

he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why

living room plunged

break the silence. “We can still do

because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as

heart sank in