The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 198

Chapter 198 “Don’t touch it, it’s dirty,” Grace warned. She looked at Edgar, her thoughts clear. “This blood is fresh, which means something just happened here. When you and Eric rushed over, didn’t you see anything?” Edgar remained silent but glanced at Eric. I saw Eric understood the unspoken message and explained, “I arrived first. When I came in, someone jumping out of the window and fleeing. I managed to wound him with a knife. This blood should be from that person. “What happened to that person? With your skills, how did he manage to escape from you?” Grace inquired, seeking answers. Eric scratched his head, feigning embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it was my oversight. He had backup, so I didn’t pursue him.” Fine, there was no point in pursuing further if nobody was chasing the suspect. Grace glanced at Edgar again, noting that apart from his injured face and lips, he seemed fine “Let’s go back to the Cloud View Villa,” she suggested, turning to leave the room. Edgar followed behind her, every step pulling on the whip wound on his lower back. Erie quickly stepped forward to support him, noticing his discomfort. Curious about the commotion behind her, Grace halted and turned back. “What’s wrong?” Edgar took a deep breath, forcing a smile. ‘It’s nothing. I just slipped a bit.” Eric rolled his eyes. How could he shift the blame onto him? Bitterly smiling at Grace. Eric said, “Yes, I lost my footing. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and grabbed Mr. Fallen’s arm to prevent a fall!” Grace brushed off the incident, not dwelling on it, and swiftly exited the abandoned factory.

Edgar asked Eric to drive away the car he arrived in and return with Grace’s car. Throughout the journey, Edgar sat upright, his suit impeccable, not leaning against the car seat.

Grace noticed his posture and recalled the burn on his back. Edgar cleared his throat and spoke after a moment of silence, “It’s alright. Don’t worry, he will surely reveal something tomorrow.” “Good,” Grace responded, leaving the conversation at that. They soon arrived at Cloud View Villa, entering the living room together. While Grace leisurely changed her shoes, Edgar had already changed his clothes. He took her hand and led her upstairs. After climbing two steps, he stopped abruptly and said, “Grace, are you hungry tonight? I’m a bit tired, and I want to rest for half an hour before cooking.” 1 Grace felt a sense of unease but didn’t object. “I’m not very hungry. I can eat later.” “Then I’ll go up first,” Edgar said, disappearing around the corner of the second floor. For some reason, Grace had an odd feeling. She sensed that his subtle expressions were all the way back. Had the burn on his back worsened? Chapter 158 She followed him to the second floor, only to find Edgar’s door unlocked. Pushing the door open gently, she saw him lying quietly under the blanket, seemingly asleep. However, Grace noticed that he was lying on his stomach, still wearing his suit jacket. She entered the room, walked to the edge of his bed, and sat down, reaching out to touch his forehead. Feeling the touch of her cold hand, Edgar’s eyelashes trembled. ‘I don’t have a fever. I’m just tired. I’ll be fine,” he murmured. Indeed, his forehead felt slightly warm, indicating no fever. Perhaps she was overthinking things. “Alright then, rest,” Grace withdrew her hand, preparing to get up and leave. But suddenly, she felt a strong grip tight around her waist. Before she could react, she realized that Edgar had wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his head in her lap while his upper body lay on her thigh.

She was initially taken aback, not expecting him to be so bold this time. “Stop!” she exclaimed, attempting to break free. However, Edgar’s grip only tightened, and he seemed unaffected by her resistance. Just let me hold you for a while, he pleaded softly. Grace hesitated for a moment. She remembered her resolve from the previous night to cut off any romantic thoughts and maintain their master-ser vant relationship. Yet, she found herself relenting and allowed him to embrace her. The room fell into silence, and everything seemed to be in harmony. But Edgar’s brows furrowed, and his every breath seemed to cause him pain throughout his body. The burn on his back was deteriorating without proper medication, causing the pain to intensify. However, the sweet fragrance emanating from Grace’s body was as tempting as honey, making him reluctant to let go. As he lay on her lap, Grace could sense the heaviness in his breathing and the discomfort in his body. Something wasn’t quite right. “After five days, the burn on your back shouldn’t hurt as much as before. Why does it seem like you’re in pain?” she inquired, concerned. Edgar remained silent, grappling with the throbbing pain in his body. Growing suspicious, Grace reached for the collar of his shirt. But Edgar swiftly caught her wrist, stopping her. “I’m fine. Besides, without medicine, removing the bandage will only worsen the situation,” he said, his voice filled with suppressed pain. She was right, but” “But why do you look so hurt? Did something happen today when you went out?” Grace persisted, her worry evident. “Stand up, lake off your clothes, and let me see.” Undress again? Edgar felt somewhat helpless. Just as he was about to respond. Eleven knocked on the door. “Miss, the Knight family’s bodyguard is here,” Eleven announced. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Why would the Knight family’s bodyguard be here?” Grace wondered aloud. Could it be that the Kright family had already discovered that Nick was missing? The Millioure and Eleven explained, “It’s because of the trouble caused by the Knight family’s daughter. They can’t find Mr. Nick, and since you’re the only one in Frant City, they’re seeking your help. Miss?” Grace fell into deep thought. Joan had been close to her since childhood, and their families had a strong bond. If the Knight family’s bodyguards were seeking her assistance while Nick remained captive, it was clear that something was amiss, However, with Edgar’s condition” Glancing down at the man in her arms, she noticed him sensing her gaze and voluntarily releasing his grip, lying back down on the bed. “I’ll go back to sleep. I’ll make dinner when you return,” he murmured. Having made his request, Edgar left Grace with nothing more to say. “Rest, but I still need to see you injury when I come back. Do you understand?” she warned. Edgar hummed. Grace remained seated by his bedside for a while longer, observing as his breathing gradually calmed and his expression grew peaceful. Finally, she stood up and led Eleven, Anna, and the Knight family bodyguards out of the room. As the sound of the car’s engine faded into the distance, Edgar called Nineteen into the room “Mr. Fallen, what can I do for you?” Nineteen asked with concern. Edgar clenched his teeth, inhaling sharply to alleviate the pain that coursed through his body. After a few moments, he managed to speak, his voice strained, “The medicine cabinet In the locker on the first floor’s living room, help me” treat my wound.” “Of course, right away!” Nineteen promptly responded. He hurried downstairs and swiftly returned with his medical kit in hand. “Mr. Fallen, where are you injured? Nineteen inquired, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of the large, mottled bloodstains on the back of Edgar’s white shirt. “What happened? How did you sustain such injuries?!” Nineteen exclaimed in disbelief. Edgar sighed,

the pain evident in his voice. “It’s a long story. Just help me take off my suit.” Nineteen didn’t dare to waste any time. He quickly stepped forward, assisting Edgar in removing his suit jacket. However, as the fabric fell away, Nineteen’s shock deepened at the sight of the gruesome burns and wounds that marred Edgar’s back. “This is” This is terrible! How did this happen? Nineteen asked, his voice filled with concern and compassion.