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 and shoulder, acting cute

up this morning and realized

his hair and quietly

Villa was ajar, granting

so rare and sweet that Nico could not help but

dwell on their

to announce his arrival, bringing the

immediately jumped

“The investigation results are out.

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

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

years old,

his mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test at

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

abroad as well. It seemed he

but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play

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

a hospital outside of town to make sure no

thought, Gwendolyn nodded

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

“Sure.”

turned and left for the garden. He took out his phone and called

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

“Mm-hmm.”

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

a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into

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

and he asked, “How could this

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

living room plunged

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

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 in