The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 25

Fortunately, Grace was alone in the bathroom, but she could not guarantee that no one would come in later.

She wanted to by pass him and make a beeline for the door, but her attempt was cut short when Edgar snagged her wrist.

“What are you afraid of?”

Edgar forced a disingenuous grin, “I mentioned wanting a little chinwag, you slipped yesterday, no way I’m letting you off the h o o k this time.”

What’s there to talk about?

The matter between him and her was clear.

Breaking free from his grip, Grace massaged her wrist, retorting, “What’s there for me to be afraid of? I’m just flabbergasted that the big shot Mr. Fallen would corner a lady in the

restroom.”

His dark, penetrating gaze held her as Edgar lit a cigarette.

The acrid stench of the tobacco made Grace frown in disgust.

Edgar’s demeanor, shrouded in a haze of smoke, grew darker as he finally asked.

“Who is the man dining with you?”

Taken aback, Grace shot him a frosty look, sneering, “None of your blood y business.”

Ignoring his question didn’t stoke his ire, instead, Edgar

was sweet on you, what about you? Do you fancy him continued to ask, “It seemed like he

What?

Grace seemed to have understood something.

too?”

Her gaze, now laced with a hint of intrigue, met his, “Did you go out of your way to corner me out of sheer jealousy?”

Edgar was taken aback by her pointed words.

Unable to hold back, Grace burst out laughing immediately.

Edgar’s face turned beet red, his feathers clearly ruffled by her mocking gaze, “Anyway, you’re still my ex. This sort of promiscuity will tarnish the Fallen family’s reputation. I warn you, you’d best steer clear of other men!”

“Oh, Mr. Fallen, can’t find a better way to kill time, can you? As I’ve said before, who I

business!” choose to spend time with is none of your

His face was a picture of thunder, yet he seemed at a loss for words to refute her.

him, “Does your soon-to-be-fiancee know you’ve been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting, wouldn’t it? I’d kill to

finished, she reached for

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thwarted by Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her back into the corner, leaving her no room

for him to trap her hands, forcing them over her head, pressed

her face, his breath caressing her

was also decorated in

cozy glow wrapped the

was almost the same as the night before in the garage, only this time the car had been replaced by a

was in

clingy jerk! Have

as cold as ice towards her, but since their divorce, he had been

What’s wrong with him?!

Edgar looked at her quivering lashes, his mind was transported back to the previous night when her scarlet lips had parted

mad. Following his line of sight, Grace sensed trouble brewing, her heart pounding

as

“I’ll be waiting.”

threat off. He didn’t think she had the guts

for now, you’re going to pay the piper for getting

down, inching

teeth, ready to bite him hard. It would be best if he was dripping with blood

atmosphere between the two of them was subtle, the sound of a door handle being

Someone was coming in!

idea popped into her head and Grace shot Edgar

was about to holler, “Help, per v e r t!” but before she could utter a

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over her

outside fumbled with the lock to no avail and knocked again,

familiar, soft feminine voice

froze. To their surprise, it

What a coincidence!

Edgar’s face darken and she savored

nervous.

stumbling upon him cozying up with his ex-wife in the ladies’ room! This was going

was dying to see how Edgar would

had glossed over the fact that she

devilish grin, she began to put up a fight, whimpering from behind his

Do you

gripping her

was pressed up close, all ears. She could hear a man’s voice coming from within. It

really was Edgar, was

No! That can’t be!

cast a glance at the signage overhead, confirming that it was indeed the

way Edgar would enter the ladies’

swallow, she pulled out her phone and

One second, two seconds…

decided better safe than

urgent ringtone pierced

what this might mean, an intimate scenario of the two filled Nancy’s

wound up, her expression contorting into a snarl, her knocks on