Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 137

When Genevieve finished her meal, Louis returned, took the plate away, and wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin.

He seemed extremely gentle.

Genevieve’s heart quivered.

She immediately lowered her eyes and smiled as if nothing had happened.

Louis said in a gentle voice, “I’ve told Mr. Lawrence. Don’t worry. They said that when you get better, they will come and visit. You can recuperate without any concerns.”

Genevieve frowned slightly and nodded.

She no longer doubted Louis.

Louis then poured her a glass of water and calmly asked, “Now, can you tell me how you disappeared and fell into the sea?”

Genevieve’s face stiffened slightly as she remained briefly silent.

Then she raised her head and slowly clenched her fists. “It’s my problem. I’ll solve it.”

Louis suddenly tightened his grip and held her clenched palm. Eventually, he let loose and firmly held her hand. “From the moment I jumped, it was no longer just your problem, Gen.”

Louis stared at Genevieve. His facial features were clearly similar to Anthony’s, but Genevieve reckoned they looked quite different now.

His eyes were deeper and more complex, like a calm sea. It was hard to tell if its depths were turbulent or tranquil.

Genevieve’s heart tightened slightly, and her initially cold heart seemed to melt from the warmth she felt.

She pursed her lips, returned to her senses, and gradually calmed down.

She slowly withdrew her hand, the corners of her mouth twitching, and looked up at him.

The light outside the window was soft and warm.

Certain images lingered in her mind..

She then calmly described what had happened on the cruise ship.

Louis, who’d been looking at her with kindness, suddenly narrowed his eyes considerably. There was a frightening chill in his sharp, dark, gaze.

She chuckled and watched his reaction. “Unexpectedly, the person I saved by donating bone marrow wanted to take my life.”

Chapter 137

The veins on Louis‘ forehead bulged slightly, and he controlled his expression immediately to keep calm.

he wanted to commit murder.

for a few seconds before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the time comes,

a chill in her gaze. “Of

person. Taking revenge was

and

couldn’t help coughing.

some rest. When you feel better, I’ll take

ahead. I’ll take a

and stood up to leave.

left the room, the servant took the plate

his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is allowed in,

sir,” replied the

home for some time but had since accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so

through the night.

there was a beautiful dim glow

anything and

with thick, expensive carpet.

any shoes, so she

as Genevieve stood up, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

for a few seconds before

door and looked at the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury

she

was a big, maze–like

Epea. She was familiar with

the spiral staircase without making a

a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while.

they were

behind her cars and a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to hide

her respectfully.

stood aside respectfully, awaiting her

them greeting her this way and was at a loss.

and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk

Fallon has gone to the office because

get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, please

and put on the

number of servants in the Lawrence

many.

noise,

a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet

had been in a coma for so long that she didn’t know where

was a very strange

a walk, but a hesitant–looking servant stopped her. “Mrs. Fallon, it’s windy