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.

before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the time comes, we won’t spare them.”

but there was a chill

was not a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of

to get well now, and then she

help coughing.

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

Go ahead. I’ll take a nap.”

stood

room, the servant took the plate

into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is allowed

replied the servant.

the study. He had been 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 busy he

through the

a beautiful dim glow

while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted to

with thick, expensive

shoes, so

felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe

before

opened the door and looked at the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations. Even the paintings

a few glances, she walked down the corridor.

big, maze–like

in Epea. She was familiar with their general structures, so she was not too surprised.

went down the spiral staircase without making

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

were all

a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This did

to see her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon, why are you here?”

and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

greeting her this way and was at

replied, “I’m coming down for

servant said respectfully, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office because of something urgent. If you need anything, just tell

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

the servant and put on the

a number of servants in the Lawrence

many.

neither Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired

looked outside. Outside the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted

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

a very strange feeling.

a hesitant–looking servant stopped her. “Mrs. Fallon, it’s windy outside. You haven’t recovered yet, Maybe you shouldn’t