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

when I woke up this morning and realized your side

stroked his hair and quietly comforted

of Harrick Villa

scene was so rare and sweet that Nico could not help

dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited

his reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival,

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed off

Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost

reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored over

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

had performed Gwendolyn and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure.

same day, he boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts

transferred abroad as well. It seemed he

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

his mother was sent overseas, someone

test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to

some thought, Gwendolyn

“To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make

“Sure.”

his phone and called

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

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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 his behavior today. But whoever the patron is,

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into the room,

foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he

he asked, “How

and shook 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 prison guards

room plunged into

still do a paternity test even if he’s dead. Is

and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off

sank in