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.

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 to see her

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thwarted by Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her back into the corner,

trap her hands, forcing them over her head, pressed

inches from her face, his

in Douglas Restaurant was also

glow wrapped the

almost the same as the night before in the garage, only this time the

fury was

Have you lost

had been as cold as ice towards her, but since their divorce,

What’s wrong with him?!

quivering 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 tickled his

a bite. Edgar didn’t know what the 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 her teeth, “Edgar, there will come a day when you’ll be on your knees before me, paying for your past and present

words were as bold

“I’ll be waiting.”

didn’t think

pay the piper for getting on my wrong

bent down, inching closer to

her teeth, ready to bite him hard.

as the atmosphere between the two of them was subtle, the sound

Someone was coming in!

her head

per v e r t!” but

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hand over

outside fumbled with the lock to no avail and knocked again, calling, “Is anyone in there? May I

voice wafted

Grace froze. To their surprise,

What a coincidence!

Edgar’s face darken and she savored the

nervous.

ex-wife in the ladies’ room! This was going to be a

see how Edgar

that she was the ‘other woman’ in

Sporting a devilish grin, she began to put up a fight, whimpering

up! Do you

growled, gripping

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

was the

No! That can’t be!

cast a glance at the signage overhead, confirming

Edgar would enter the ladies’

to swallow, she pulled

One second, two seconds…

better safe

ringtone pierced the

this might mean, an intimate

wound up, her expression contorting into a snarl, her