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.

your soon-to-be-fiancee know you’ve been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting,

she finished, she reached for

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by Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her back into the corner, leaving

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

face, his

restroom in Douglas Restaurant was also

glow wrapped the duo in

as the night before in the garage, only this time the car had been replaced by a

fury was in full

jerk! Have you lost your

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

What’s wrong with him?!

the previous night when her scarlet lips had parted in a flamboyant

Edgar didn’t know what the taste would be, but he was sure it would have her hopping mad. Following his line of sight, Grace sensed trouble brewing, her heart pounding in her chest. Grace’s gaze towards him gradually morphed into a deep loathing, and she ground her teeth, “Edgar, there will come a day when you’ll be on your

words were as bold 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 on my

bent down, inching closer

her teeth, ready to bite him hard. It would be best if

them was subtle, the

Someone was coming in!

idea popped into her head

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

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hand over

no avail and knocked again, calling, “Is anyone in there? May I

feminine voice wafted through

Edgar and Grace froze. To their

What a coincidence!

savored the thought that he must be

nervous.

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

dying to see how Edgar would explain

fact that

to put up a fight, whimpering

up! Do you want to

growled, gripping her

up close, all ears. She could hear a man’s

was the whimpering woman’s voice…

No! That can’t be!

the signage overhead, confirming that it was

way Edgar would enter the

deep down she found it hard to swallow, she pulled

One second, two seconds…

decided better safe than

pierced the silence

might mean, an intimate scenario of the

get wound up, her expression contorting