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 neck and

I woke up this morning and realized

hair and quietly

the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him

and sweet that Nico could not help

was no time to dwell on their loving

to announce his arrival,

Gwendolyn immediately jumped

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

expressions darkened almost

Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored over

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

Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure.

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

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

after reading through the report. “Both paternity tests were 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

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

don’t we do another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper with

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

“To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation

“Sure.”

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

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

“Mm-hmm.”

chest as she recalled

there’s 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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into the

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

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

had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because

room plunged

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

eventually shook his head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of

sank