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

“I was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the bed was

hair and quietly

Villa was ajar, granting him a full view

was so rare and sweet that Nico could not help but

was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had

announce his arrival,

jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

“The investigation results are out.

Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost

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

was over eighty years old, and the

departure.

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery

transferred abroad as well. It seemed he

report. “Both paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched

as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t

can get it done at a hospital outside of town

thought,

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

“Sure.”

his phone and called Mr.

left the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You

“Mm-hmm.”

recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory incident

in Chanaea, and 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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking incredibly

midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent

was short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone poison

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

room

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

head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of

sank