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.

so angry that he wanted to

his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the

there was a chill

Taking

well now, and then she could

couldn’t help coughing.

you feel better,

Go ahead.

smiled and stood up

soon as he left the room, the servant took

frowned. He seemed to have morphed into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is allowed in, nor

sir,” replied the servant.

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

through the

up, there was a

anything and wanted

was covered with thick, expensive carpet.

shoes, so she went down barefoot.

as Genevieve stood up, she still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s

a few seconds before walking

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

she

big, maze–like

in Epea. She was familiar

down the spiral staircase without making a

more than a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly

were all

was ruffled behind her cars and a little messy, and her eyes were

her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon, why are you

and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions.

them greeting her this way and was at a

replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to get some air. Where is Louis?”

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

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

and

were a number of servants in the

many.

nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the necessary

looked outside. Outside the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and elegant

for so long that

very

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