The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 25

Fortunately, Grace was alone in the bathroom, but she could not guarantee that no one would come in later.

She wanted to by pass him and make a beeline for the door, but her attempt was cut short when Edgar snagged her wrist.

“What are you afraid of?”

Edgar forced a disingenuous grin, “I mentioned wanting a little chinwag, you slipped yesterday, no way I’m letting you off the h o o k this time.”

What’s there to talk about?

The matter between him and her was clear.

Breaking free from his grip, Grace massaged her wrist, retorting, “What’s there for me to be afraid of? I’m just flabbergasted that the big shot Mr. Fallen would corner a lady in the

restroom.”

His dark, penetrating gaze held her as Edgar lit a cigarette.

The acrid stench of the tobacco made Grace frown in disgust.

Edgar’s demeanor, shrouded in a haze of smoke, grew darker as he finally asked.

“Who is the man dining with you?”

Taken aback, Grace shot him a frosty look, sneering, “None of your blood y business.”

Ignoring his question didn’t stoke his ire, instead, Edgar

was sweet on you, what about you? Do you fancy him continued to ask, “It seemed like he

What?

Grace seemed to have understood something.

too?”

Her gaze, now laced with a hint of intrigue, met his, “Did you go out of your way to corner me out of sheer jealousy?”

Edgar was taken aback by her pointed words.

Unable to hold back, Grace burst out laughing immediately.

Edgar’s face turned beet red, his feathers clearly ruffled by her mocking gaze, “Anyway, you’re still my ex. This sort of promiscuity will tarnish the Fallen family’s reputation. I warn you, you’d best steer clear of other men!”

“Oh, Mr. Fallen, can’t find a better way to kill time, can you? As I’ve said before, who I

business!” choose to spend time with is none of your

His face was a picture of thunder, yet he seemed at a loss for words to refute her.

on the back foot, Grace was secretly pleased, deciding to tease him, “Does your soon-to-be-fiancee know you’ve been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting, wouldn’t it? I’d kill

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thwarted by Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her back into the corner, leaving her no

trap her hands, forcing them

piercing gaze was inches from her face, his breath caressing her

in Douglas Restaurant was

wrapped the duo in

as the night before in the garage, only this time the car had been replaced

was in

clingy jerk! Have you

towards her, but since their divorce, he

What’s wrong with him?!

lashes, his mind was transported back to the previous night when her scarlet lips had parted in a flamboyant smile before she left. The memory

taste would be, but he was sure it would have her hopping mad. Following his line of sight, Grace sensed trouble brewing, her heart pounding in her chest. Grace’s gaze towards him gradually morphed into a deep loathing, and she ground

as bold

“I’ll be waiting.”

off. He didn’t

for now, you’re going to pay the piper for getting on my

Edgar bent down, inching

him hard. It would be best if he was dripping

the two of them was subtle, the sound of

Someone was coming in!

her head and Grace shot Edgar a mean

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over her

lock to no avail and knocked again, calling, “Is anyone in there?

familiar, soft feminine voice

Edgar and Grace froze. To

What a coincidence!

saw Edgar’s face darken and she savored the thought that he must be

nervous.

cozying up with his ex-wife in the ladies’ room! This was going

was dying to see

over the fact that

began to put up a

up! Do you want to

gripping her

up close, all ears. She could hear a man’s voice coming from within. It sounded

Edgar, was the whimpering woman’s

No! That can’t be!

cast a glance at the signage overhead, confirming that

way Edgar would enter

found it hard to swallow, she pulled out her phone and dialed up

One second, two seconds…

better

an urgent ringtone pierced the

this might mean, an intimate scenario

up, her expression contorting into a snarl,