Infatuated with my Ex-wife novel Chapter 27

When Edward finally left, Celine could hardly control the mood that was on the verge of collapse.

As soon as Edward disappeared, she punched the bed to vent her anger without even thinking.

After losing her child, she had humiliated herself twice to get rid of lrene. Now she found that their relationship was getting better and better. How could Celine not be angry?

Seeing that his heart and eyes were filled with Irene's expression, he was certain that he wouldn’t be married to her. After all, he had schemed so many times, so there should not be such a result! But now, she was helpless. Would she really let her watch them be together?

"Ah! Damn Irene!" She should not have kept Irene. Why did not such a bitch die? Why!

Celine screamed in the empty ward.

"If you are angry like that, then you're not pretty anymore..." Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded.

Celine raised her head and suddenly saw a tall and slender figure standing at the door of the ward. The person was staring at her and his eyes were full of indifference.

"It is you." Celine looked at the man in a suit. He was tall and slender, handsome and elegant, and his smile was refreshing. But when Celine saw such a person, she showed a disgusted expression.

"Why are you here?" Celine looked at him on alert.

"I came to help you, of course." He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly. "Why? Don't you want to be Mrs. Wilson?"

Celine, who knew who the visitor was, suddenly became alert. "Will you be so kind to help me?"

She was so clear about the temperament of this person in front of her. When she accidentally had sex with him, Celine was also very annoyed. Later, when she found out that she was pregnant, her first reaction was to abort the child. At that time, this man also immediately stopped her.

He also told her that there was a way to help her handle the situation—

After that, Celine found someone to investigate him secretly, only to find out that the man was the illegitimate son of Edward's father, Eric. The man with such an identity approached her and made her pregnant. Obviously, he wanted to use her to do something.

But at that time, Celine felt that it was indeed a good way to pretend to be a powerful child. As for the purpose of the other party, she was so lazy to care so much.

Unexpectedly, the plan failed, the man appeared again.

"Do you have any good idea?" Celine was forced into a corner. Since someone came out to help her, she could only believe he.

"We need to give this further thought and discuss it further. However, as long as you believe in me and follow the instructions I gave you, I will make your dreams come true." The certainty in Wilson Eric's words seemed to carry some kind of power as he gave Celine a shot in the heart.

"You said right. Why should I believe you?" Although her mind was much more stable, Celine still had an impeccable look of suspicion on her face.

Wilson Eric slowly walked up to her bed and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder. His gentle voice floated into her ears like a puff of smoke. "Baby, of course you have to trust me. Who else can you trust now other than me?"

Celine secretly clenched her fists, "Yes, I fought alone until now. Except for me, who has cooperated with her, who can make me drop my guard?"

"Be good, listen to me. I will let you get what you want."  Eric Wilson rested her head on his shoulder. When he saw that she had relaxed, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

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On the other side, Irene had been tied to the bed for a whole day, with a red mark on his wrist. In the end, her hand hurt badly.

Irene felt angry and wronged in her heart. She had been forced to leave for no reason. She could understand that his self-esteem was hurt when she suddenly wanted to leave. But thenecdotal said that she was seducing another man outside. She had been wronged too much!

Why did she love him wholeheartedly for too many years? How had she ever done such a thing!

With deep resentment in her heart, Irene couldn’t eat the first meal and fell asleep again.

When Edward returned home, Irene hadn’t yet woken up.

She was lying obliquely on the bed, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. A strand of curly long hair slipped from her ear to her cheeks and then spread on her snow-white arm. Her whole body was white and dazzling, adding a touch of weakness and helplessness.

Looking at her, Edward's breath became lighter. She wasn’t on guard when she was sleeping, and the usual anger and the thorns all over her body were also withdrawn, which made him want to take pity on her.

She quietly untied the handcuffs on her hands. Edward gently put her hand beside her, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

But at this moment, Irene suddenly opened his eyes.

Edward held her hands for a while, the tenderness on his face was unconsciously withdrawn.

Then Irene opened his eyes and saw him frowning. He seemed to be looking at her with displeasure.