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.

the crook between

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

stroked his hair and quietly

Harrick Villa was ajar, granting

so rare and sweet that Nico could not help

to dwell on their

to announce his arrival,

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing

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

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

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

over eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly

the exact day after his mother’s departure. The next day,

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts

transferred abroad as well. It seemed

but Nico couldn’t

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

another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper with the results,”

thought, Gwendolyn

action and instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation

“Sure.”

took out his phone and called

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

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s

Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days

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

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

room plunged

break the silence. “We can still do a

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

heart sank in