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.

angry that he

hair. “Let’s not dwell on this.

elegantly, but there was a chill in her

person. Taking revenge was a

needed to get well now, and then

couldn’t help coughing.

you feel better, I’ll take you out

ahead. I’ll take a

stood up

room, the servant

jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity.

sir,” replied the servant.

of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so busy he barely had time

slept through

woke up, there was a beautiful dim glow in the

she didn’t hear anything and wanted to go downstairs.

covered with thick, expensive carpet.

didn’t find any shoes, so she went down

as Genevieve stood up, she still felt a

before walking slowly toward the door.

the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury

glances, she walked down the corridor.

a big,

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

spiral staircase without making a

dozen servants keeping busy in

they were all Aplothian.

and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to

greeted her respectfully.

over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her

momentarily taken aback by them greeting her this way and was at

and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to get some air. Where

servant said respectfully, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office because of something

and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, please put

the servant and put on the shoes.

number of servants in the Lawrence family, but nowhere near

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the necessary

a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and

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

a very

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