Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 403

Evelyn’s expression froze at Treyton’s words.

A while later, she lowered her head unwillingly and mumbled, “Okay.”

“Good girl! That’s the generosity befitting of the Harris family’s heiress,” Treyton praised and stroked her hair.

The moment was short-lived. He turned away quickly and declared, “Change back into your clothes. You probably have to come by another day when your face is better.”

In the meantime, Gwendolyn left the commercial district.

She opened her purse once she was inside her car and took out a small note.

It had been stuffed into her hand by Treyton earlier.

The note simply read: Give me some time.

Gwendolyn frowned in incomprehension as her gaze traveled over Treyton’s familiar scrawl.

Why does he need more time? Did he find out about something and is looking into it?

Her phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from Cedrick, interjecting her thoughts.

When the line connected, Cedrick grumbled, “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?”

Gwendolyn replied cajolingly, “I’m already done with my errands, so I’ll be back ASAP. I couldn’t bear to wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly.”

Cedrick’s harrumph was muffled by the blankets. He asked, “What did you go out to do? Are you hurt?”

Her chest swelled with satisfaction as she boasted, “Well, I slapped a pretentious b*tch several times, so I’m feeling great!”

“You hit someone?” Cedrick’s tone turned anxious as he added, “Does your hand hurt? I’ll massage it for you when you’re home.”

Gwendolyn chuckled, moved and amused by his concern. “I’m not that fragile. In fact, I’m still on cloud nine!”

They chatted for almost fifteen minutes before ending the call, and Gwendolyn steered the car toward Harrick Villa.

Cedrick had washed up when she arrived, though he was still dressed in his billowing silk sleeping robe.

He was standing right behind the front door and gently pulled her into a hug when she walked in, inhaling her comforting scent.

He tucked his head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting cute and affectionate.

At the same time, he whined, “I was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the bed was already cold and empty.”

Gwendolyn stroked his hair and quietly comforted him.

Just then, Nico returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically coquettish behavior.

The scene was so rare and sweet that Nico could not help but smile.

Still, there was no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited on official business.

Despite his reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion to an abrupt end.

Cedrick and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s voice.

Nico approached them and submitted his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is indeed off about Alban.”

Gwendolyn and Cedrick’s expressions darkened almost simultaneously.

Cedrick reached for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored over the report together.

Alban had a mother who was over eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly brought overseas recently.

He had performed Gwendolyn and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test at Nico’s request.

That same day, he boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery since then.

Oddly enough, the ownership of his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned to remain overseas indefinitely.

Gwendolyn’s gaze appeared exceptionally frosty after reading through the report. “Both paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play for someone as smart as Alban.”

Cedrick nodded in agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t trust this set of results.”

“Why don’t we do another paternity test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure no one can tamper with the results,” suggested Nico.