Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 

When Genevieve finished her meal, Louis returned, took the plate away, and wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin. 

He seemed extremely gentle. 

Genevieve’s heart quivered. 

She immediately lowered her eyes and smiled as if nothing had happened. 

Louis said in a gentle voice, “I’ve told Mr. Lawrence. Don’t worry. They said that when you get better, they will come and visit. You can recuperate without any concerns.” 

Genevieve frowned slightly and nodded. 

She no longer doubted Louis. 

Louis then poured her a glass of water and calmly asked, “Now, can you tell me how you disappeared and fell into the sea?” 

Genevieve’s face stiffened slightly as she remained briefly silent. 

Then she raised her head and slowly clenched her fists. “It’s my problem. I’ll solve it.” 

Louis suddenly tightened his grip and held her clenched palm. Eventually, he let loose and firmly held her hand. “From the moment I jumped, it was no longer just your problem, Gen.” 

Louis stared at Genevieve. His facial features were clearly similar to Anthony’s, but Genevieve reckoned they looked quite different now. 

His eyes were deeper and more complex, like a calm sea. It was hard to tell if its depths were turbulent or tranquil. 

Genevieve’s heart tightened slightly, and her initially cold heart seemed to melt from the warmth she felt. 

She pursed her lips, returned to her senses, and gradually calmed down. 

She slowly withdrew her hand, the corners of her mouth twitching, and looked up at him. 

The light outside the window was soft and warm. 

Certain images lingered in her mind.. 

She then calmly described what had happened on the cruise ship. 

Louis, who’d been looking at her with kindness, suddenly narrowed his eyes considerably. There was a frightening chill in his sharp, dark, gaze. 

She chuckled and watched his reaction. “Unexpectedly, the person I saved by donating bone marrow wanted to take my life.” 

Chapter 137 

The veins on Louis‘ forehead bulged slightly, and he controlled his expression immediately to keep calm. 

He was so angry that he wanted to commit murder. 

He calmed down for a few seconds before brushing his fingers against her hair. “Let’s not dwell on this. When the time comes, we won’t spare them.” 

Genevieve smiled elegantly, but there was a chill in her gaze. “Of course.” 

She was not a gracious person. Taking revenge was a principle of hers. 

She needed to get well now, and then she could take revenge. 

Genevieve couldn’t help coughing. 

Louis patted her back and said. “Get some rest. When you feel better, I’ll take you out for a walk.” 

Genevieve nodded. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll take a nap.” 

Louis smiled and stood up to leave. 

As soon as he left the room, the servant took the plate from him. 

Louis frowned. He seemed to have morphed into a different person, and his jaw tightened. “You can’t expose her identity. No one is allowed in, nor can she contact outsiders.” 

“Yes, sir,” replied the servant. 

Louis then went to the study. He had been home for some time but had since accumulated a list of things to sort out. Although he’d been back for a while, he was so busy he barely had time for a break. 

Genevieve slept through the night. 

When she woke up, there was a beautiful dim glow in the room. 

After a while, she didn’t hear anything and wanted to go downstairs. 

The floor was covered with thick, expensive carpet. 

She didn’t find any shoes, so she went down barefoot. 

Just as Genevieve stood up, she still felt a little uncomfortable. ‘Maybe it’s been too long.” 

She paused for a few seconds before walking slowly toward the door. 

She opened the door and looked at the corridor, which seemed to be designed with classic luxury in mind with exquisite decorations. Even the paintings were priceless treasures. 

After a few glances, she walked down the corridor. 

It was a big, maze–like place. 

However, the Lawrence family also had many such manors in Epea. She was familiar with their general structures, so she was not too surprised. 

Genevieve went down the spiral staircase without making a sound. 

She went downstairs and saw more than a dozen servants keeping busy in an orderly manner, while. many others were working outside. 

Coincidentally, they were all Aplothian. 

Genevieve’s hair was ruffled behind her cars and a little messy, and her eyes were exquisite. This did nothing to hide her dazzling beauty. 

Someone was surprised to see her and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Fallon, why are you here?” 

Everyone hurried over and stood aside respectfully, awaiting her instructions. 

Genevieve was momentarily taken aback by them greeting her this way and was at a loss. 

She smiled as she brushed it off and replied, “I’m coming down for a walk to get some air. Where is Louis?” 

The servant said respectfully, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office because of something urgent. If you need anything, just tell us.” 

Another servant went to get the shoes she had prepared and squatted next to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, please put these on.” 

Genevieve thanked the servant and put on the shoes. 

There were a number of servants in the Lawrence family, but nowhere near this 

many. 

Since neither Darrell nor Samantha liked noise, they hired only the necessary staff. 

Genevieve looked outside. Outside the manor was a beautiful garden, dotted with quiet and elegant lights. 

She had been in a coma for so long that she didn’t know where she was. 

It was a very strange feeling. 

She wanted to go out for a walk, but a hesitant–looking servant stopped her. “Mrs. Fallon, it’s windy outside. You haven’t recovered yet, Maybe you shouldn’t go out?” 

Genevieve smiled. “I’ll just have a look. It won’t take long.” 

The servant paused and said, “Shall I walk with you?” 

“Okay,” she replied.