Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 144 Genevieve had no idea what she felt then as their relationship was confusing.

Upon seeing that she remained silent, Louis gently hugged her.

Genevieve's body trembled slightly.

Louis patted her on the back and confessed gently. “I'm glad you haven't rejected me, Gen. You know my heart.

It'll never change. | hope you can be the lady of this manor and stay by my side.” Ever since she had woken up, that was the first the had addressed their relationship directly, breaking the invisible walls between them.

Genevieve pursed her lips in hesitation. “Louis, I...” She couldn’t accept someone when she couldn’t separate gratitude from her feelings.

At least, not right then.

Louis seemed to know what she was thinking. He loosened his grip and looked at her tenderly. “Gen, don’t rush to reject me. | just want you to know my feelings. | won't force you to like me. But, at least, givea chance, okay?” good at giving her space, taking a step back when she felt uncomfortable.

Genevieve met his eyes and smiled. “Louis, | can’t promise anything, but we'll try our best, okay?” She didn’t act coyly. Instead, she gave him a chance directly.

Genevieve was grateful that he didn’t mention about saving her life.

She didn’t promise to accept him to give them room to regret their decision later.

000000000 00000000000 a Louis’ eyes lit up. Her response was beyond his expectations.

He grinned broadly and hugged her again, but he withdrew his arms instantly.

He was overjoyed..

“Okay, Gen. I'm so thrilled!” His heart trembled slightly when he looked at Genevieve’s delicate face. and watery eyes.

He resisted the urge to kiss her. “Rest early. I'm going to teach David a lesson tomorrow.” After he was done with David, he would have the tto focus on Genevieve.

“You, too.” Genevieve waved at him smilingly and entered her room.

What she felt then was strange..

They had started from being strangers to being familiar and now being close.

Chapter 144 She seemed to have santicipation toward her new life and new love.

She shouldn't dwell in the past forever and have a fresh start.

When she returned hand told Darrell and Samantha the news, they should be happy for her, too.

She sat down smilingly on the couch on the balcony. She was enjoying the view silently.

After a few moments of anticipation, her heart calmed down.

The next day, Genevieve slept in..

After breakfast, the servant arranged for a doctor's check-up.

When the doctors were done checking, Genevieve suddenly thought of something and asked smilingly, “I feel like I'm recovering well, aren't 12” The doctors nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Fallon. The inflammation of the lungs has almost healed. We've also applied the best ointment to remove the scars on your body. You'll be fine after taking smedicine for stime.” Genevieve smiled. “Can you lendyour phone?” One of the doctors was taken aback. “Mrs. Fallon, as for our phones...” Their expressions changed subtly.

Genevieve frowned. “I know you listen to Louis’ orders. | just want to call my friend in Atharia.” She didn’t think it was a big deal as long as she didn’t contact anyone back there.

But her uncle Caspian had been in Atharia for years.

The doctors exchanged looks with each other in bewilderment Genevieve's request put them in a difficult position.

“Sorry, Mrs. Fallon. Mr. Fallon has instructed us not to help you contact outsiders privately.” They nodded apologetically and left.

Genevieve stopped smiling.

She felt quite strange, thinking. No private contact with outsiders? Even if | don’t call back home? Why does he have to be so protective? Even if | use someone else's phone, it'll be impossible to be traced so rapidly!” She felt a little uneasy for sreason.

She couldn't call her family to report her safety.

09:47 Sat, 20 Apr G Chapter 144 A few minutes later, Genevieve changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Upon seeing her, a servant immediately greeted, “Would you like to take a walk in the garden, Mrs. Fallon?” Genevieve smiled. “No. I'm going shopping.” The servant’s expression changed. “Mrs. Fallon, you haven't recovered yet...

“I've recovered. | was fine yesterday,” Genevieve cut in..

“But Mr. Fallon doesn’t allow...” The servant was a little flustered and anxious.

Genevieve was a bit unhappy. “I'm just going out. Why don’t you ask him for me?” She regretted that she was too easy in giving in the night before.

The servant contemplated and had the driver ask Louis for permission.

Soon, the driver returned with his phone and handed it to Genevieve. “Mrs. Fallon, Mr. Fallon is on the phone...

Genevieve took it. She was suppressing her displeasure while reasoning with Louis.

Louis’ gentle and clear voice could be heard. “Gen, are you bored at home? If you wish to go out, let. the driver accompany you. Okay?” Genevieve was caught off guard. She didn’t expect him to agree so readily.

She snorted icily. “I thought | was imprisoned here!” Louis smiled softly. “I'm afraid David will deliberately take revenge on you, so | told them not to let you go out. | don’t have any bad intentions. The driver is also your bodyguard. | can rest assured if he follows you.” Genevieve glanced at the bearded driver in front of her. He was well-built and strong, so she nodded. “Okay.” She didn’t mean to risk her life, and she was also afraid of danger.

She just wanted to borrow someone’s phone.

The call was ended, and the driver took the phone back.

Genevieve smiled lightly and got in the car.

“Mrs. Fallon, where do you want to go?” the driver asked.

Genevieve thought momentarily. “Go to the cafe on Wildefield Street!” The driver frowned slightly but still started the car.

Her uncle Caspian’s company was on Wildefield Street, so it would be great if they could run into Chapter 144 each other by chance.) Even if she couldn’t meet him, there should be many people in the cafe. It wouldn't be difficult to borrow a phone.

About 20 minutes later, they arrived at a luxury cafe with few customers.

Genevieve stood at the entrance and looked at the cafe speechlessly.

She knew the brand. It was ridiculously pricey and had few customers.

A cup of coffee there was the equivalent of a full-course meal. Obviously, there wouldn't be many customers.

Usually, the bigshots on Wildefield Street would go there to have discussions.

Genevieve glanced back.

The driver caught up with her. “Mrs. Fallon, it’s dangerous standing in a crowded place.” Genevieve had no choice but to enter the cafe.

The cafe protected the privacy of its customers well.

Near the window was a rectangular wooden table with co