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.

into the crook between

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

stroked his hair and

front door of Harrick Villa

was so rare and sweet that Nico could

their loving display. Nico had visited

announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion to an abrupt

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

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

Cedrick’s expressions darkened

reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored over

was over eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly

departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s

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

transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned

personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play for someone as smart as

sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We

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

some thought,

secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when

“Sure.”

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

a conclusion after this paternity test. You

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory incident at Mi

be extremely influential figures in 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 behavior today. But whoever the patron is, this person is

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into

at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They

His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone

doctor examined Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison guards did not

living room

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

of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his body, so probably only his ashes

sank in