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 Gwendolyn’s

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

stroked his hair and quietly

The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him

was so rare and sweet that Nico could

there was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited on

his

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

report. “The investigation results are

expressions darkened almost

reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a

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

departure. The next day, he

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

been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain overseas

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

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

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

some thought,

to the secret interrogation room. It’ll

“Sure.”

his phone

should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to

“Mm-hmm.”

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

she had two patrons. They must be extremely influential figures in Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into the room,

two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he could not be

and he asked, “How could this

his head, explaining, “No. The 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

living room plunged

do a paternity test even

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 ashes

sank in