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 neck and

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

stroked his hair

Villa was ajar, granting him

and sweet that Nico

to dwell on their

announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion

jumped apart

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

and Cedrick’s expressions

report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch.

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

after his mother’s departure.

jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

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

were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few

sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We

don’t we do another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital

thought, Gwendolyn nodded

to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new date for

“Sure.”

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

room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion

“Mm-hmm.”

emotions swelled in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They

short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How

had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison guards did not notice it sooner. He died

living room plunged

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

worsened, and he eventually shook his head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote

sank in