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.

been cornering your ex-wife in the restroom? Her reaction would be interesting, wouldn’t it? I’d kill to see

finished, she reached for

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

back, only for him to trap her hands, forcing them over her head, pressed firmly against the

inches from her face, his breath caressing her skin, her

Restaurant was also decorated in

the

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

fury was in

Have you lost your

cold as ice towards her, but since

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

words were as

“I’ll be waiting.”

threat off. He didn’t think she had

now, you’re going to pay the piper

that, Edgar bent down, inching closer to

ready to bite him hard. It would be best if he was

as the atmosphere between the two of them was subtle,

Someone was coming in!

idea popped into her head and

“Help, per v e r t!” but before she could utter

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hand over

and knocked again,

soft feminine voice wafted through

To their surprise, it was

What a coincidence!

and she savored the thought that he must

nervous.

in the

dying to see

Grace had glossed over the fact that she was the

Sporting a devilish grin, she began to put up a

you

gripping

up close, all ears. She could

was the

No! That can’t be!

a glance at the signage overhead, confirming that it was

Edgar would enter the

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

One second, two seconds…

better

pierced the silence from

this might mean, an intimate scenario of the two filled

expression contorting into