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

up this morning and realized your side of the bed

hair and quietly

the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically

and sweet that Nico could not help but

on their loving display.

his arrival,

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing

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

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

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

old, and

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

he boarded a private jet abroad,

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

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

was sent overseas, someone must’ve

get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper

some thought,

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

“Sure.”

out his phone and called

comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test.

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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 room, looking

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

and he asked, “How could this happen? Did

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

room plunged

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

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

heart sank in