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,

up this morning and realized your side of the

his hair and quietly

Nico returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa

so rare and sweet that

to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited on

to announce his

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing

approached them and submitted his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed off about

expressions darkened

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

old, and the

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

jet abroad, and

transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to

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

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

get it done at a hospital outside of town to

thought,

safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we

“Sure.”

out his phone and called

hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to spend sleepless nights worrying about this

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

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

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

and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison.

living room

can still do

history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They

sank