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.

been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting,

she reached for

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

to trap her hands, forcing them

his breath caressing her skin,

Restaurant was also decorated in dark

and cozy glow wrapped the duo in an indescribable atmosphere of

almost the same as the night before in the garage,

was in full

jerk! Have you

as cold as ice towards her, but since

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

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 when you’ll be on your knees before me, paying for your past and present

words were as

“I’ll be waiting.”

threat off. He didn’t think she had

to pay the piper for getting on my

bent down,

to bite him hard. It would

subtle, the sound of a door handle being

Someone was coming in!

head and Grace shot

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

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hand over

to no avail and knocked

soft feminine voice wafted through

Grace froze. To their

What a coincidence!

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

nervous.

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

dying to see how Edgar

had glossed over the fact that she was

to put

you want

growled, gripping her

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

Edgar, was

No! That can’t be!

cast a glance at the signage overhead, confirming

Edgar would

to swallow, she pulled out her phone and dialed

One second, two seconds…

decided better safe

an urgent ringtone pierced the

this might mean, an intimate

expression contorting into