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

same time, he whined, “I was so upset when I woke up this

stroked his hair and quietly comforted

from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa

was so rare and sweet that Nico could not help

dwell on their loving display. Nico had

his

immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

“The investigation results are out.

and Cedrick’s expressions

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

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

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

abroad, and his

abroad as well.

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 as

overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t

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

some thought, Gwendolyn

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

“Sure.”

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

see a conclusion

“Mm-hmm.”

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

be extremely influential figures in Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into the room, looking

Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he could not be

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

Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after

room plunged into

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

his head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his

heart sank