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.

between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting

“I was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the

hair and

The front door of Harrick Villa was

sweet that Nico could not help

to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited on official

loudly to announce his

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

and submitted his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost

report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored

eighty years old, and the woman had been

Gwendolyn and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The

private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained

his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain overseas

couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven.

was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t trust this set of

it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no

some thought, Gwendolyn

secret interrogation

“Sure.”

garden. He took out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg,

Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after

“Mm-hmm.”

as she recalled Treyton’s note and the

patrons. They must be extremely influential figures in Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his behavior today. But whoever the patron is, this

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed

the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary,

darkened, and he

remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison

room

still do a paternity test even if he’s dead.

ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his body, so