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.

foot, Grace was secretly pleased, deciding to tease him, “Does your soon-to-be-fiancee know you’ve been

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her wrist, his other hand pushing her back into the corner, leaving her no

back, only for him to trap her hands, forcing them over her

face, his breath caressing her

Restaurant was also

cozy glow wrapped the duo in an indescribable

same as the night before in the garage, only this time the car had been replaced by a

fury was

clingy jerk! Have you

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

What’s wrong with him?!

lashes, his mind was transported back to the previous night when her scarlet lips had parted in a flamboyant smile before

soft lips, and an impulsive desire rose in him to take a bite. 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

were as bold

“I’ll be waiting.”

grinned, clearly brushing her threat off. He didn’t think she had the guts

going to pay the piper for getting on

down, inching closer

his lips draw near, Grace secretly clenched her teeth, ready to bite him hard.

them was subtle, the

Someone was coming in!

wicked idea popped into her head and Grace shot Edgar a mean

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to no avail and knocked again, calling, “Is anyone in

familiar, soft feminine voice

froze. To their

What a coincidence!

Edgar’s face darken and she savored the thought that he must be

nervous.

in the ladies’

was dying to see how Edgar

glossed over the fact that she was the ‘other woman’

put up a fight, whimpering

up! Do you want

growled, gripping

She could hear a man’s

Edgar, was the

No! That can’t be!

at the signage overhead, confirming that it was indeed

no way Edgar would enter the

swallow, she pulled out

One second, two seconds…

better safe than

an urgent ringtone pierced

this might mean, an intimate

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