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, wouldn’t it? I’d kill to

finished, she reached for her

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move was swiftly thwarted by Edgar, who pinned her wrist, his other hand pushing her

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

inches from her face, his

Douglas Restaurant was also decorated

wrapped the duo in an indescribable atmosphere of

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

was in

clingy jerk! Have you lost

towards her,

What’s wrong with him?!

to the previous night when her scarlet lips

gaze drifted to 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

words were as

“I’ll be waiting.”

off. He didn’t think she had the guts

to pay the piper for getting on my

Edgar bent down,

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

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

Someone was coming in!

idea popped into her head and Grace shot Edgar a

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fumbled with the lock to no avail and knocked again, calling,

voice wafted through the

Edgar and Grace froze. To their surprise, it

What a coincidence!

darken and she savored the thought that he must be

nervous.

fiancee stumbling upon him cozying up with his ex-wife in the

see how Edgar would explain

the fact that she was the ‘other woman’ in

grin, she began to put

Do you want to

gripping her

Nancy was pressed up close, all ears. She could hear a man’s voice coming from within. It sounded eerily like

was Edgar, was the whimpering woman’s voice…

No! That can’t be!

signage overhead, confirming that it was

Edgar would enter the ladies’

deep down she found it hard to swallow, she

One second, two seconds…

better

an urgent ringtone pierced the silence from

what this might mean, an intimate scenario

expression contorting into a snarl, her knocks on the