My Cold Ex-Wife Refused to Move On novel Chapter 114

Chase came out holding a spatula in one hand and glanced over.

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He had recently been taking wine classes with Wendy and had picked up a bit of knowledge,

“Perfect timing! We’re opening a bottle tonight. You guys should have some too. It’s a special day,” Chase said, deliberately keeping them in suspense.

Caesar and Mario exchanged a look. Both of them were completely lost.

Wendy had taken off her makeup and changed into simple loungewear. With her hair tied up, she walked out of the bedroom and said, “Exactly. It’s a really big day. Drink more–we’re opening both bottles!”

Even after they sat down, the two still had no idea what was going on. But the way Chase and Wendy kept looking at them made them feel like they’d fallen into some sort of trap.

Mario leaned toward Caesar and muttered, “You didn’t sign your life away to Wendy, did you? Am I going to end up working for her now?”

Caesar shook his head with a chuckle. “Wendy has no use for Typhoon Corp.”

“Then why are these two smiling like that?”

Dinner was a feast. Looking at the table full of dishes made the two of them even more nervous.

“What’s going on with you two? Wendy, you’re not pregnant or something, are you?” Mario asked.

Wendy looked speechless. “How is that a good thing? Of course not. Today is a good day for you two. Chase and I just didn’t want you getting too emotional in public, so we invited you over for dinner.”

Before they started eating, Chase handed Caesar a sealed document.

“I’m sorry I took your hair sample without asking. The other strand was given to me by Mr. Fred. According to the DNA report, the owner of that strand is the sister you’ve been searching for all these years.”

Upon hearing that, Caesar and Mario both froze, eyes snapping up to look at Chase.

Seeing Caesar’s eyes slowly turn red, Wendy poured him a glass of wine. “Take a look. These are current photos of your sister. You might not recognize her anymore.”

The DNA test confirmed they were siblings. The photos were all of Aimee–daily snapshots, most of them taken abroad.

“She is…” Caesar began, his voice shaking.

Caesar nodded repeatedly. “Yes, don’t scare her. I… I’m okay. As long as she’s doing well, that’s all I care about. Even if I can’t tell her I’m her brother, just knowing she’s okay is enough. When… when can I see her?”