Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

It was a shame Anthony couldn’t see that. 

She just wanted to keep pretending she was asleep. 

Suddenly, Anthony’s phone rang. 

Frustrated, she rolled over and returned to her side of the bed. 

Anthony declined the call before sitting up. 

Under the glow of a dim wall lamp, the room was filled with a light aroma of essential oils. 

Anthony knew she was awake. He didn’t rush her. 

It was better to learn the past from her than from others. 

It would be objective and straightforward. 

Genevieve turned and sat up, drawing her hair up casually. Some stray locks fell, making her look sleepy and 

languid. 

Her features were gentle and beautiful in the soft glow. 

She simply sat in silence. After a long while, she sighed, and her shoulders started to tremble inadvertently. 

Perhaps this was the breaking point for her. When she recalled a specific moment from the past, she no longer 

wanted to contain her emotions. 

Stunned, Anthony looked up to see her crying. 

“Genevieve, why are you cryingenue 

1. it. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t,” he said. 

It didn’t seem like Anthony had any experience consoling a woman. The confusing situation at hand sent him 

into a panic. 

He froze when his hand touched Genevieve’s face.. 

His hand was wet with her tears.. 

She wasn’t pretending. 

Anthony’s heart sank. 

The next second, Genevieve pushed him away, disgusted by his touch, and got up from the bed. 

Choked with sobs, she said, “You can easily find out what happened, can’t you? Just ask someone else. I feel no remorse for you. When my love for you was at its strongest, you dealt me a fatal blow. With your illegitimate child and mistress, you forced me into a divorce. You ruined my 

life!” 

She couldn’t stop her tears at the thought of the unspoken child. 

It was the wrong time and place. There was no way she could’ve kept the child. 

She couldn’t possibly look back on everything with a smile. 

She didn’t even want to act anymore. All she wanted was to be away from him. 

She was suddenly hysterical. 

Following his shock, Anthony immediately jumped down and hugged her.. 

Her body seemed to have lost all of its warmth. She was ice–cold. 

He felt a dull pang in his chest. 

She wasn’t acting. 

Her words had brought on strong feelings of agreement and grief in him. 

“I’m sorry. Let’s stop. Calm down, Genevieve. Stop thinking about it. Il 3 an in sus pres 

Genevieve struggled to push him away and staggered outside. “Go away. I changed my mind. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t even want to look at you right now. Leave!” 

She pushed Anthony away. Afraid of hurting her by being too rough, Anthony let her push him back. 

With a sullen look, he sighed and moved closer to hug her. “All right, I’ll leave. Don’t be angry, and don’t come out in case you catch a cold. Go back to sleep. I’ll leave now.” 

His cold lips brushed her forehead. He was reluctant and crestfallen. 

“Genevieve, I won’t hurt you,” he uttered. 

He was shoved out the door before it was slammed shut. 

She didn’t believe his nonsense. 

Anthony was cold–hearted before he lost his memory. She couldn’t possibly expect him to change after losing his 

memory. 

A leopard couldn’t change its spots. She no longer held any expectations for him. 

Anthony’s heart trembled as he stood outside the room, listening to the restrained and muffled crying inside. 

Anguish filled his chest, suffocating him. 

He stood there for quite a while before turning around and returning to the living room. 

Outside the master bedroom was Goldie’s territory. 

Goldie’s branded toys and clothes were everywhere. It was leading a life of extravagance. 

Anthony’s neck had begun to itch. 

The rashes from his allergy had kept him from falling asleep just now. 

He searched around the room but couldn’t find any allergy medication. 

He had to call his driver and ask him to bring up the prepared clothes and allergy medicine. 

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He was too concerned about her to leave now. 

Fortunately, she had only kicked him out of the bedroom, not the house. 

Her reactions had taken him aback. 

He couldn’t claim innocence for everything he’d done. 

He wondered if he had truly treated her that badly. 

However, if he had felt nothing for her, why did he have such an intense and long–repressed fondness for her now? 

Anthony sat on the couch in dismay, wide awake. 

Seeing that Genevieve wasn’t coming out, Goldie moved about Anthony excitedly. 

It seemed to be inspecting its territory and regarded Anthony as the object of its inspection. 

Now and then, it would shake its shiny blond coat beside him. 

It appeared to be showing off, as if to say, “Are you jealous of my coat? You don’t have it. 

After Goldie circled Anthony a few times, even wanting to pee on him to mark its territory, Anthony couldn’t stand it anymore. 

He grabbed Goldie’s collar and tossed it into the storeroom far away before closing the door. 

Fortunately, the rooms here had great soundproofing. No matter how much the dog thrashed about inside, he wouldn’t hear it outside. 

After it quieted down, Anthony was satisfied. 

The night went by.