Infatuated with my Ex-wife

The next day Irene woke up from the sour ot her neck and shoulders. She fell asleep leaning on the headboard last night.

She rubbed her shoulders, and the scenes of last night flashed in her mind. She looked at the pillow beside her. He really had not come back.

Irene lifted the quilt and slowly walked into the bathroom.

Before Irene had finished washing up and went the downstairs, the servants had already prepared breakfast. Irene sat down and looked at the empty place opposite her. She sighed and finally put the spoon back in her bowl.

"Knock-knock." The servant standing next to her was shocked.

The maid was a newcomer, only in her twenties. When she saw Irene throw the spoon back into the bowl, she could not help but look at the other maid. She said gently, "Madam... If you are not satisfied with the breakfast, should we ask the chelf to make some thig new?"

She spoke cautiously for fear of offending Irene.

Irene averted her gaze from the empty seat, but she did not look at the servant either. Instead, she stared at the garden outside the window and said listlessly, "No need, I'm just not feeling like eating."

She had a quarrel with Edward. Edward did not come back all night and did not even call. This was Edward's house. If he left here, where did he sleep last night? If he was too angry and met with other women what was she supposed to do?

Even Irene believedd that Edward would not have any relationship with other women.

At this thought Irene suddenly realized something. If she was thinking in Edward's place, she could undersatnd his feelings.

Irene took out her cell phone and found Edward's phone number, but she could not press it.

Should she call him? What should she say? Tell him that she's wrong? She's not good at apologizing.

Irene didn't know how to start. Besides, she thought Edward also did wrong, sohe should apologize first... Although her words yesterday were not so pleasant, were not Edward's words? After thinking about it for a while, Irene felt that her head was dizzy. The two maids found Irene was in confusion, they could only lower their heads and did not dare to say anything.

She sighed softly.

Irene stood up quickly but suddenly felt a little dizzy. She knew it was because she didn't slept well last night. Now her brain was like mush.

Seeing this, the maid quickly ran over to hold her up and asked worriedly, "Are you alright, Madam?"

Irene stood firm. "It's okay. I'd like to take a walk in the garden."

The maid let go and saw Irene pressing her temple as she walked out of the dining room.

When Irene passed by the living room, the housekeeper was on the phone. He said, "Okay, sir, I'll ask someone to send it

you."

Was it Edward?

Irene's restless heart became less calm. After standing a while, she went over and asked the butler, "Is it a call from Edward?"

The butler nodded and explained honestly, "Yes. He asked me to send something to the company."

It turned out that he was at the company.

Irene nodded. "Do it!" Then she went slowly out of the living room, and walked quietly along the path in the garden, which was paved with small stones.

But she was not as calm as she looked. "If Edward was in company so early, where was he last night?"

Also, Edward called the telephone at his house, but he did not call her directly. He just said a few words to the housekeeper and hung up without mentioning her.

Frustrated and fretful, Irene felt like she could hardly breathe.

Perhaps Irene had walked too lightly, or perhaps the two servants were too engrossed in their conversation. They did not notice that Irene was approaching.

"I saw Mr. Edward drive out of the house in a rage last night. I always thought him and his wife were close. That's the best couple I have ever seen. Now it seems like I had thought too much." There was still some pity in the tone of a servant.

Another maid answered, "I went to the kitchen last night, guess what did I see?"

The maid was curious. "What?"

She said, "Mr. Wilson tried so hard to make a bowl desserts, but dopped it at the end. I thought it was a great pity. He must took a lot of effort to cook for Mrs.Irene. Nobody expected that she came home so late even quarreled with Mr. Edward."

When she heard the words desserts, Irene was shocked.

How could she not be surprised? From the time she entered the room until the argument with Edward, she had never seen it.

"Could it be that Edward was too angry last night, so he asked someone to throw away the desserts..." Somehow, at that moment, a scene, that he rolled up his sleeves and made dessert, popped into Irene's head.

"Irene, Irene, why are you so stubborn?"

"A noble master from who is from a rich family had tried his best to make you happy... The reason why he was so angry was because he love you too much." Irene thought to herself.

"Well, you, Irene had retorted him unreasonably and drove him away."

Thinking like that, Irene rushed to the room as if she realized something.

So Irene turned around, quickened her pace, and left the garden.

The two servants were still talking, from gossip to mockery of rich people. They did not realize that their conversation had been overheard by the hostess.

In the living room, Irene sat on the sofa and took out her cell phone. She wanted to call Edward and apologized to him.

When she was about to disled his number, she suddenly felt that it was better to apologize in person. After thinking about it, Irene quickly went upstairs to change and asked the driver to send her to the company.

On the way, Irene looked out the window and thought about what she should say to Edward.

On the other side Edward sat in his office. The file brought by Secretary Harry had been put on the table for a long time. He did not even want to look at it now. He played the pen with his fingers and left his cell phone aside.

Unconsciously, he stared numbly at his cell phone... When he returned from Celine's house last night, he knew it was a trap set by others, they had been waiting for the time to separate him and Irene. Edward began to think that his behavior yesterday would make Irene angry.

He was worried that Irene was too angry to fall asleep or eat meals.

This was the first time Edward felt helpless. It was not that he did not want to call Irene but he didn't know how to talk to Irene, so Edward called the housekeeper.

He only wanted to ask about Irene throught the housekeeoer. The housekeeper answered honestly that Irene had just gone downstairs to eat breakfast, but his face was not pale.

Putting down the pen, Edward got up and looked out the window. He watched the card and people come and go.

Suddently, he thought about Eric and Cameron. They wanted to took the charge of the company. He could just let that happed.

So he turned around, walked to his seat, and turned off his cell phone.

He drew a deep breath, took the pile of documents in his hand, and gegan to work.

At that moment, Harry came in with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Mr. Edward, this is the plan of the group led by Eric. Please take a look at it."

It was Eric again.

Although Eric was illegitimate, he was still the son of Cameron. It he asked for his own company, nobody would reject. Eric, however, insisted on starting from the bottom... that made the higher ranks respect him so much.

Edward picked up the documents and looked them over. Although he had never liked Eric because he was too phony and he never let people see his truly motives... but he had did really good job in his work. Since he worked hard, Edwrad had to accept him. Edward was not a picky person. He always concer with the matter itself but the person.

After he finished reading, he signed quickly and asked, "What's going on with the land that Tristan wants?"

Harry nodded and said, "Tristan won't compete with us. He has already given up."

Edward looked down at the documents and said, "Keep an eye on Tristan's movements. He may be a fool, but his father is not. He just hasn't helped Tristan."

Hary replied, "Yes, but...there was still one thing had not been solved."

Edward looked up and said, "What's it?" We have the land already, what else?

Harry had no choice but to tell the truth. "The land is us, but there is a native settler does want to move out from that land."

"A native settler?" Edward sneered. "Do you need me to deal with it?"

Harry's face was pale. "He had already made a lot of toubles for us. Some social media had already reported it. If it continued, the things will be worse. By then it would have a big impact on the Wilsons' stock." "What had happed?" Edward knew Harry too well. He wouldn't had mentioned by person if nothing had happeded.

"The place was originally purchased by Tristan, then we got it from Tristan's hand..." Harry paused.

"The problem is that there is a welfare house where hundreds of children lived. Eddie, the head of the welfare house, refused to move unless they could find a similar place to settle the kids. So Tristan had sen some people to beat Eddie..."

Harry continued, "It was Tristan's fault. Just because he is from a rich family and had connections with some gangsters, so he didn't put anyone into his eyes. At the end, we have to solve this matter for him. After Edward knew the whole story, he said, "Eddie is not ready to move. There's nothing wrong with that. Let us go to the land and take a look."

Edward knew if they couldn't slove this matter, it would casued a great effect on the his business. Conversely, if they solve it, it would be of great benefit to him, and it would beat Tristam badly.000