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.

been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her

she finished, she reached for her

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Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her

trap her hands, forcing them over her head, pressed firmly against the

her face, his breath caressing her skin,

in Douglas Restaurant was also decorated in dark

glow wrapped the duo in an

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

fury was in full

jerk! Have

as ice towards her, but since their divorce, he

What’s wrong with him?!

was transported back to the previous night when her scarlet lips had parted in a flamboyant

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,

as bold

“I’ll be waiting.”

grinned, clearly brushing her threat off. He didn’t think she had the guts to

going to pay the piper for

down, inching closer

near, Grace secretly clenched her teeth, ready to bite him hard. It

of them was subtle, the

Someone was coming in!

wicked idea popped into her head and Grace shot Edgar

per v e r t!” but before she could utter a sound, Edgar

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stranger outside fumbled with the lock to no avail and knocked again,

soft feminine voice wafted through

Edgar and Grace froze. To their

What a coincidence!

she savored the thought that he must

nervous.

stumbling upon him cozying up with his ex-wife in the ladies’ room! This

to see

over the fact that she was

she began to put

Do you want to

growled, gripping

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

really was Edgar, was the whimpering woman’s

No! That can’t be!

cast a glance at the signage overhead, confirming that

way Edgar would enter the ladies’

she found it hard to swallow, she pulled out her phone

One second, two seconds…

decided better safe than

pierced the silence from

this might mean, an intimate scenario of the two

wound up, her expression contorting into a snarl, her knocks

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