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

woke up this morning and realized your side of the bed was already cold

hair

front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him

and sweet that Nico could

dwell on their loving display. Nico

loudly to announce his arrival, bringing

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing

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

expressions darkened almost

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

was over eighty years old, and the woman had

mother’s departure. The next

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

abroad as well. It seemed he

exceptionally frosty after 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

commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened

hospital outside of town to

some thought, Gwendolyn

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

“Sure.”

took out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg, the prison warden at

left the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to

“Mm-hmm.”

as she recalled Treyton’s note and the

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.

downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room,

the mouth at midnight two days

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

seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed,

room plunged into

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

expression worsened, 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

heart sank in