Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Evelyn’s expression froze at Treyton’s words.

A while later, she lowered her head unwillingly and mumbled, “Okay.”

“Good girl! That’s the generosity befitting of the Harris family’s heiress,” Treyton praised and stroked her hair.

The moment was short-lived. He turned away quickly and declared, “Change back into your clothes. You probably have to come by another day when your face is better.”

In the meantime, Gwendolyn left the commercial district.

She opened her purse once she was inside her car and took out a small note.

It had been stuffed into her hand by Treyton earlier.

The note simply read: Give me some time.

Gwendolyn frowned in incomprehension as her gaze traveled over Treyton’s familiar scrawl.

Why does he need more time? Did he find out about something and is looking into it?

Her phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from Cedrick, interjecting her thoughts.

When the line connected, Cedrick grumbled, “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?”

Gwendolyn replied cajolingly, “I’m already done with my errands, so I’ll be back ASAP. I couldn’t bear to wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly.”

Cedrick’s harrumph was muffled by the blankets. He asked, “What did you go out to do? Are you hurt?”

Her chest swelled with satisfaction as she boasted, “Well, I slapped a pretentious b*tch several times, so I’m feeling great!”

“You hit someone?” Cedrick’s tone turned anxious as he added, “Does your hand hurt? I’ll massage it for you when you’re home.”

Gwendolyn chuckled, moved and amused by his concern. “I’m not that fragile. In fact, I’m still on cloud nine!”

They chatted for almost fifteen minutes before ending the call, and Gwendolyn steered the car toward Harrick Villa.

Cedrick had washed up when she arrived, though he was still dressed in his billowing silk sleeping robe.

He was standing right behind the front door and gently pulled her into a hug when she walked in, inhaling her comforting scent.

into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and

was so upset when I woke up this

his hair and

Nico returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of

scene was so rare and sweet

on their loving display. Nico

his reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

report. “The investigation results

Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost

a

was over eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly brought

mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test at

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It

paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering

agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We

at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one

thought, Gwendolyn nodded

be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things

“Sure.”

took out his phone and called

and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You

“Mm-hmm.”

she recalled Treyton’s

is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his behavior today. But whoever the

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

thoughts, Nico rushed into the room,

said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a

expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did

history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he

living room plunged into

was the first to break the silence. “We can still do a paternity test even if

ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his body, so