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

few seconds before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not

was a

a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of hers.

get well now, and then she could take revenge.

help

rest. When you

Go ahead. I’ll

smiled and stood

soon as he left the room, the servant took the plate from

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

sir,” replied the

then went to 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

through the

a beautiful

a while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted to

with thick, expensive carpet.

any shoes, so she went down

a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s been too long.”

before walking

corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations. Even the

a few glances, she walked

big, maze–like place.

was

staircase without making

dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while. many others were

they were

hair was ruffled behind her cars and a little messy, and her

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

hurried over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her

aback by them greeting her this way and

she brushed it off and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to get some air.

office because of something urgent. If you

went to get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs.

thanked the servant and put on

were a number of servants in the

many.

nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the

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

a coma for so long that she didn’t

was a very strange

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