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.

know you’ve been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting,

she

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Chapter 25

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

fought back, only for him to trap her hands, forcing them over her head,

face, his breath caressing her

in Douglas Restaurant was also decorated

wrapped the duo in an indescribable atmosphere of

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

was in full

jerk! Have you

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

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

Grace’s soft lips, and an impulsive desire rose in him to take 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

words were as

“I’ll be waiting.”

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

you’re going to pay the piper for

Edgar bent down, inching closer to

bite him hard. It would be best if he was

them was subtle, the sound of a door handle being

Someone was coming in!

head and Grace shot Edgar a mean

was about to holler, “Help, per v e r t!” but before she could utter

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hand over

to no avail and knocked again, calling, “Is anyone

voice wafted

Edgar and Grace froze. To their surprise, it was

What a coincidence!

saw Edgar’s face darken and she savored the

nervous.

him cozying up with his ex-wife in the

to see how Edgar

the fact that she was the ‘other

a devilish grin, she began to put up a

up! Do you want

gripping

all ears. She could hear a man’s voice coming from

Edgar, was

No! That can’t be!

at the signage overhead, confirming that it was

Edgar would enter

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

One second, two seconds…

decided better safe than

pierced the silence from

might mean, an intimate scenario of the

wound up, her expression contorting into a snarl, her