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

he whined, “I was so upset when I woke up

his hair and

the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was

rare and sweet that Nico could not

their loving display. Nico had visited on

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival,

immediately jumped apart upon

report. “The investigation results are

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby

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

his mother’s departure. The next day, he

a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts

been transferred abroad as well. It

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

mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened

don’t we do another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

into action and instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when

“Sure.”

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

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

“Mm-hmm.”

chest as she recalled

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed

prison! Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and

darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone

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

room plunged

to break 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

sank