The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 260

Abigail bowed twice in a row and eagerly walked back to the bedside. “I’m sorry, Mr. Smith! I’ve slept on the bedsheets and duvet cover. You probably don’t like that, right?”

Patrick seemed to understand her meaning and got up from the bed.

“I’m really sorry for disturbing you…” She said as she walked over to the side of the bed.

While continuing to apologize like she was reciting a sutra, she quickly gathered the bedsheets and duvet cover, then bowed and retreated.

Patrick looked at the empty bed that had been occupied just moments ago and smiled helplessly. He took out a spare quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the bed himself.

In just a few minutes, the girl had said “sorry” fifteen times and bowed twelve times!

Why did she seem so silly and cute?

This girl was quite interesting.

In the early morning, soft sunlight shane through the thin floor to ceiling windows, casting a gentle glow on the minimalist–style bed in the bedroom.

When Eder woke up, he saw that Grace was already awake, leaning against the head of the bed. playing with her phone, looking unusually focused.

He was a bit puzzled. “Playing with your phone early in the morning? Have you become addicted recently?”

“No, I’m buying something for you.”

Grace was actually buying him a gift? This time, it should be something normal, right?

“What are you lying? Let me see.”

Grace glanced at him with the corner of her eyes and didn’t find anything inappropriate about his request so she casually explained, “Just some vitamins that make man strong, and…” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Make man strong?

The more Eder listened, the more he found it strange, and he looked at her with a dark and intense gaze. “Why are you buying these things? Am I not enough to satisfy you?”

“No, no, no!”

Grace shook her head like a rattle drum. “Ed, you are amazing, but last night you said you could do at least three hundred one handed push–ups, but you couldn’t even do a hundred…”

Was she draining him lately?

Was he physically weak?

That was a big problem. She had to buy more kidney–tonifying medicine and make some soup for him to take good care of his body!

Eder looked at her in shock.

He couldn’t do a hundred? Couldn’t do it! Couldn’t!

The thing he was most proud of, after one night, was actually being questioned by the woman he loved the most!

As a man, his self–esteem was deeply hurt!

It was like a calm lake suddenly being stirred by a monstrous wave,

The flames of anger roared and clamoured in his chest.

It was fiercer than the atomic bombs that bombed the Pacific Ocean!

“Grace. I refuse to accept this, I’ll let you see once again whether I can do it or not!”

“Ed! Wait! Ed!!”

Grace struggled in vain and she suddenly felt very regretful!

Patrick was awakened by the smell of food wafting in from outside the window.

The smell of fried eggs.

Was Abigail cooking in the kitchen?

He got up, washed up, and changed into his suit. Then he leisurely went downstairs.

A figure was seen bustling in and out of the kitchen, and the dining table was already set with hot milk, toasted bread, fried eggs, and fruits.

Abigall served two bowls of shredded chicken congee, and when she came out, she met Patrick’s

gaze.

“Mr. Smith, good morning.” She said with a beaming smile.

She placed the bowls of congee on the table and took the initiative to pull out the chair for him. “I don’t know if my cooking suits your taste. Why don’t you try it?”

Patrick had intended to go to his father’s place to have breakfast, but looking at Abigail’s harmless and innocent smile, his long legs moved involuntarily, and he took a seat.

The shredded chicken congee was cooked to a soft and sticky texture, and the eggs were perfectly fried. It unexpectedly tasted delicious.

“You didn’t have to do all this. If you want to stay here for a while, I can arrange for two maids to take care of you.”

Abigail was slightly surprised, her face filled with gratitude and surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Smith, but I’ve already caused you enough trouble by staying here. I’m good at doing housework and cooking. so I have to do something to feel balanced.”

Patrick looked at her sincere and determined expression and didn’t say anything further.

After finishing the meal, instead of immediately leaving, Patrick took the chance and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.

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When Abigail finished tidying up the kitchen and was ready to leave, he spoke, “You have a magazine cover shoot at Bana today?”

“Yes, how did you know?” Abigail held her bag tighter, feeling a bit awkward standing there. Patrick put down the newspaper. “I just checked your schedule. Come on, I’ll give you a ride?”

“Oh? Yourdon’t have to trouble yourself, Mr. Smith. I can walk down the mountain by myself. The manager’s assistant’s car will be waiting for me at the foot of the mountain.”

He immediately got up, his handsome features exuding warmth. In a low and steady voice, he said, “I also have to go out. I’m just giving you a ride on the way. You can transfer to the assistant’s car at the

foot of the mountain.”

“Then… Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Abigail said seeing that he was adamant in dropping her off.

Galen Mountain was quite large, and the driveway ran around the mountain. It would take at least

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an hour to walk down the mountain.

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At the bottom of the mountain, Abigail bowed respectfully again. “Thank you for giving me a ride.

you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for you in advance. I feel like I owe you something if I don’t compensate.”

Patrick looked at her as she started to bow again.

He frowned and wanted to say that he was just sending her off that she didn’t need to take it to heart, but he didn’t know how to say it.

He had investigated Tristan Barrow’s cheating matter this morning, but he felt sorry for a pure and kind girl like Abigail who was hurt by such a scumbag.

“Okay, you can cook if you want. I’ll probably finish my work by seven in the afternoon at the latest.”

“Okay, Mr. Smith, walk slowly.” She said, bowing again.

When Patrick saw it, he silently rolled up the car window without saying anything.

The assistant, Alex, glanced at his Boss’s face.

“Young Master, don’t you still have embassy assignments this afternoon? Can you be back at 7:30?”

Patrick had forgotten about this. Then notify the embassy and tell them that I have something to do in the evening, so they can either hold it earlier or change the date.”

Why didn’t you just inform Miss Abigail that you wouldn’t be available for the dinner?

His assistant, Alex, glanced at his boss’s expression in the rearview mirror and smirked. “It seems that the young master holds a special place for Miss Abigail”

Patrick gave him a side glance, his tone indifferent. “She’s a good friend of Grace’s. She helped her a lot before when they were at the orphanage. She treats Grace well, so I’ll take care of her a bit.”

“I see.” Alex nodded thoughtfully

After Patrick left, Abigail quickly got into the assistant’s car and departed, not noticing a swift figure passing by on the corner across the street.

The Grant Group.

Eric entered the office with a data booklet and knocked on the door,

Upon entering, he saw his boss sitting in front of the desk, lost in thought while staring at his right hand.

“Boss, what are you looking at?”

In front of Eric, Eder didn’t shy away. “Lately, I’ve been feeling something off with my body. It seems like my physical strength has really declined compared to before.”

“Really?”

Eric immediately put down the data booklet seriously and sat in the chair opposite him, observing his complexion and mental state.

“Have you been active with Grace recently?”

“We were together the night before last and last night, and this morning.”

Eric swallowed nervously.

This… quite hardworking!

He looked at his boss, who had slight dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep. “Boss, are you feeling drained? Are you being emptied out by Miss Grace?”