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.

his head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting cute

woke up this morning and realized your side

stroked his hair and

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

scene was so rare and sweet that Nico could not

was no time to dwell on their loving

his arrival, bringing the

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

his report. “The investigation results

expressions darkened almost

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

a mother who was over eighty years old, and the woman had been

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

a private jet abroad, and

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

but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points

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

test? I can get it done at a hospital

some thought,

into action and instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a

“Sure.”

garden. He took out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg,

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

“Mm-hmm.”

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

possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed

at midnight two days ago and

darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen?

head, explaining, “No. The doctor examined Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years

room plunged into

“We can still do a paternity test even if he’s dead.

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

sank in