Dumping My Billionaire Ex

She thought. It was Edwin!" At that moment, he was like a ferocious beast, mercilessly biting and gnawing on her lips, causing them to ache with cach bitc.

Sharon glanced sideways and saw him with lowered eyes, dangerously close, his thick lashes almost brushing against her face. Anger flickered in his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly. Despite struggling, she couldn't move

In her impression, Edwin was serious, restrained, and aloof, his emations not fluctuating. This version of Edwin was utterly unfamiliar 10

her.

She was kissed until she couldn't breathe, her legs going weak, and her body sliding down uncontrollably. Just as she thought she might suffocate, Edwin let go. His hands steadied her waist firmly. "What's wrong with your Sharon could barely stand, only able to glare at him and growl

He forcefully pulled her close again, pressing his hand firmly against her neck and the back of her head "No, you're not allowed to get that close with those guys!"

Throughout the day, every time he thought of her being held by Randall, lifted, and touched in various ways, he felt like he was scalded by boiling water, his whole body in pain. His other arm tightened around her waist as if trying to erase Randall's presence this way. His: brushed against her earlobe, his lips almost touching it. Sharon was overwhelmed by his burning warmth, feeling like his breath could swallow her

scorching breath

at any moment. "Please let go first. I can't breathe"

Upon hearing her say she couldn't breathe, Edwin let go of her. The elevator stopped just in time, and Sharon quickly stepped out, keeping her distance. She pressed her back against the wall, watching him warily. She saw him step out of the elevator. A strand of hair fell across his forehead. partially covering one eye. He was not as neatly groomed as usual, slightly disheveled, as if he had rushed here in a hurry. "Stop right there!" Sharon commanded

Edwin obediently stood there without moving. His eyes were fixed on Sharon, softer than before, enveloping her gently like layers of a tender

Cocoon.

Wrapped tightly, Sharon found it hard to breathe. His taste lingered between her lips and teeth, and she was surrounded by his presence even though he was no longer close. This sensation, unfamiliar yet irresistible, made her heart tremble uncontrollably. After calming down for a while, she managed to speak, "Let's talk nicely!"

"I'm jealous of y

you and Randall Silva, he admitted truthfully. The depth in his eyes was replaced by a dark, intense glint, almost resembling a hint of vulnerability, like a child feeling wronged. Previously, he had thought that as long as she didn't leave his sight and retaliated against him in some way, he could accept it. But just now, watching the video of her and Randall skating, he realized he wasn't as generous as he had thought. Sharon looked at Edwin, feeling somewhat speechless. Given their relationship, he had no right to demand anything from her. But recalling his tactics with Ray, she felt compelled to speak up and explain, "Randall Silva and I are just siblings in a simple sense. You're reading too much into it" *Even so, it's still not acceptable!" Edwin stepped forward, reaching out to grab the strap of her bag.

Sharon, afraid of what he might do next, quickly let go. She watched him cautiously, observing as he swiftly opened her bag and pulled out a small knife. Sharon remained silent.

The knife was for self-defense against potential threats when she was out, short and inconspicuous. She wondered, "How did Edwin know about it? Edwin opened the knife and pressed the handle into her palm. "If you hate me, you can take it our on me directly, but don't use another man to provoke me" With that, he guided her hand to press the tip of the knife against his chest. Though the knife wasn't long, it was sharp enough to

Hac expression was calm as if piercing his heart was no big deal. Sharon wanted to plunge the knife into his heart and end it, indeed, to avoid any troudde from läm

In the end, the pulled the knife back and tossed it into her bag, gritting her teeth. "Forget it; I have no

no intention of becoming a murderer!" "Then it's settled," Edwin immediately added,

He decided with remarkable audacity.

"Sorry, that's your decision, not mine: Sharon responded, refusing to play along. "I have the right to date anyone I want. If you go after Randall Salva, I'll spend the rest of my life caring for him?All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Edwin was speechless. Those words were even more hurtful than a knife stab. Men understand men best. He thought, "The way Randall Silva looks at her is not how a brother looks at a sister! He has ulterior motivest

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Even after all this time, Edwin still felt a strong urge to gouge out Randall's e eyes. In this situation, doing something as foolish as cutting off Randall's means of survival would only play right into his hands, After delivering her harsh words, Sharon couldn't be bothered to argue further. She covered her mouth, turned around, and pushed the door open. She slammed the door shut with a loud bang directly before him, making a thunderous noise.

Edwin fell silent.

In early autumn, the red maple trees around the kindergarten changed color to a brilliant orange hue.

Underneath the tall mound, on a small platform, a little girl in a red skirt and black-covered shoes swung her short legs leisurely. Her chubby hand gripped a strawberry ice cream cone, and her tongue occasionally lapped at it. She squinted her eyes and smiled contentedly. She ate surprisingly quickly, the ice cream was gone in just a few minutes

Rubbing her round little belly, she sighed, satisfied, and extended her ice cream-stained hand. A pair of long, slender hands immediately took the hand, delicately wiping each finger with a wet wipe. "What's wrong? Did you run into trouble with mommy?" Irene asked, voicing her concern as the hands reached her mouth.

Since Edwin bought her the ice cream and brought her here, he sat on the chair like a stump, silent with furrowed brows.

Irene's knack for reading people's expressions and tones was top-notch; she could tell at a glance.

Edwin was somewhat surprised that his daughter used a term like "run into trouble and couldn't help but respond, "You knew it? Did mommy tell you that?"

Irene scoffed, her face full of disdain. Her round little head was proudly lifted high. "Mr. Peay told me about Sherlock Holmes solving cases. Sherlock doesn't need anyone to tell him; he can figure things out independently. I've learned a few tricks, too."

The Mr. Peay she was talking about was Blake Peay. After speaking. Irene's little face swung toward Edwin, her eyes blinking a few times. If Mommy didn I ignore you, you wouldn't have come all by yourself to treat me to ice cream. You'd be with her!"

Edwin was speechless; he wondered whether having a daughter so intelligent was good or bad.

Having his depths exposed by her left Edwin feeling uncomfortably flushed. However, he didn't deny it.

Irene patted him on the shoulder like an adult, her eyes showing sympathy, while she said, "You can't blame Mommy. It's because you used to be so mean to Mommy!

Even though she was young. Irene remembered many things well. She wouldn't switch sides because she had someone's ice cream; she spoke freely.

Edwin felt chastised by his daughter, he had reached the peak of failure as a father, "I was wrong," he admitted, willing to acknowledge his mistakes, even in front of his child, without excuses.

Seeing Edwin admit his mistake, Irene couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy. She thought, "Even though Daddy has done many wrong things before, the teacher says that being able to admit mistakes and change makes a good child. Daddy wants to be a good child now, so I need to help! With that thought, Irene sighed and looked up. "Alright, I'll help you figure out a solution."

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