Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Third Person’s POV

“I… I…” Vivian’s voice trembled. Looking at Mortimer with red, teary eyes, she choked out, “You’ve been ignoring me lately. I figured it must be because I upset Seraphina before and you’re still mad about it, so I wanted to go apologize to her again and beg for her forgiveness.”

Between hiccups, she shamelessly lied, “But I never expected that, without a single word, she would use her aura to pin me to the spot, slap me twice in the face, and tell me to get lost.”

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she acted. Vivian’s tears fell even harder, desperately trying to awaken the man’s old feelings for her.

Mortimer, however, had absolutely no reaction. He looked at her with dead, unbothered eyes and said slowly, “Next time you try to frame her, get the direction of the slap mark right first.”

Vivian’s sobbing hitched abruptly. She looked up in shock at Mortimer’s icy gaze, a sudden jolt of panic gripping her heart.” No… no, I’m not framing her. She really did slap me twice.”

Panicking, Vivian reached out to grab Mortimer’s sleeve, but he ruthlessly dodged her hand.

Now she couldn’t explain it clearly no matter what-she had actually been slapped twice by Seraphina, but she hadn’t expected the swelling to fade so quickly. So, on her way over here, she had slapped herself twice to make it look worse.

Vivian had assumed Mortimer would definitely feel bad for her and go confront Seraphina on her behalf, just like he used to.

But she forgot that self-inflicted marks and an actual slap print looked completely different visually.

Not to mention, she severely underestimated his instincts.

Mortimer lowered his eyes, his gaze falling flatly on Vivian’s face.

His highly perceptive wolf eyes only needed one sweep to see straight through the hypocrisy and calculation hidden deep in her

gaze.

In this moment, his freezing eyes revealed undisguised disgust, not leaving even a single trace of basic pity.

That chilling feeling of being completely loathed and dismissed made Vivian even more terrified and frantic.

“Mortimer, believe me, I’m really not lying to you! Seraphina, she-”

Mortimer didn’t want to hear another word. Hearing even one more syllable made his stomach churn with nausea.

He turned sideways with extreme coldness, holding Dash securely in his arms, opened the car door, and got in. His movements were absolute and decisive, without a single shred of hesitation.

“Mortimer! Mortimer!” Vivian’s shrieks echoed from outside the window as she desperately slapped the glass.

The car door slammed shut, perfectly cutting off all the obnoxious noise.

Mortimer sat in the back seat, completely expressionless, his voice as cold as ice, “Drive.”

“Yes, Boss.” As the words fell, the driver slammed on the gas pedal. The car shot forward with a whoosh, terrified that if he was even a second too slow, Mortimer would be entangled by that fake, innocent-acting woman again.

Vivian’s sudden appearance today made an indescribable sense of unease rise in Mortimer’s chest-it felt like an invisible hand was tightly strangling his heart.

What on earth did she say to Seraphina?

Someone as aloof and easygoing as Seraphina wouldn’t even bother laying a hand on Vivian unless she had been pushed to her

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This intense unease reached its absolute peak the second he received a phone call from Seraphina.

“Hello? Sera, you called?” he asked carefully, his knuckles turning slightly white front gripping the phone too hard.

Normally, his wife calling him on her own initiative would make him ecstatic.

But right now, his heart was beating so fast it felt like it would smash right through his ribs. He was inexplicably terrified, and

even his breathing carried an unspeakable tension.

He was terrified. Deathly afraid of hearing any questions from her mouth about Vivian, or about the absurd, messed-up things

he had done in the past.

“Did you bring Dash back?” Seraphina asked. Her tone was no different from usual-polite, formal, and filled with a stagnant, dead-water detachment.

But in this moment, he didn’t know if he was just overthinking it, but he could hear a deeper layer of repulsion and disgust

hidden beneath that detachment.

It made the wolf inside him whine anxiously.

“I just left the office, I’m on my way back to you,” he answered, his voice subconsciously trembling a bit as he tried his hardest to suppress the panic spreading through his chest.

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