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.

was so angry that he wanted

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

elegantly, but there was a chill in her

a gracious person. Taking revenge

needed to get well now, and then she

couldn’t help coughing.

“Get some rest. When you feel better, I’ll take you out for a walk.”

ahead. I’ll take a nap.”

and stood up to

soon as he left the room, the servant

seemed to have morphed into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t

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 for

through the

she woke up, there was a beautiful dim glow in

a while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted

covered with thick, expensive

so she went down barefoot.

up, she still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s been too

seconds before walking slowly toward the door.

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

a few glances, she walked down

was a big, maze–like

had many such manors in Epea. She was familiar with their general structures, so she

spiral staircase without making

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

they were all

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

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

and stood aside respectfully, awaiting

aback by them greeting her this way and was at a loss.

brushed it off and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to

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

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

and put

a number of servants in the

many.

Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only

the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and elegant lights.

in a coma for so long that she didn’t

very

a hesitant–looking servant stopped her. “Mrs. Fallon,