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 Gwendolyn’s

up this morning and

stroked his hair and quietly comforted

from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically coquettish

and sweet

no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico

his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion to an abrupt

Gwendolyn immediately jumped

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

Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost

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

who was over eighty years old, and the woman had

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

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have

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

appeared exceptionally frosty after reading through the report. “Both paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico

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

hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper with the results,” suggested

thought, Gwendolyn

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

“Sure.”

his phone and

her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into

at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him

expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this

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,

room plunged

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

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

heart sank