Dumping My Billionaire Ex

He and Christine hadn't made any plans. Jasmine called him not long ago, saying she was in the area and wanted to have a meal together. Although Edwin wasn't close to his mother, he couldn't refuse such a simple request, so he came over.

Upon arriving

he couldn't find Jasmine, so he called her, but no one answered. Then, someone linked arms with him. He initially thought it was Jasmine, but before he could confirm, many things happened.

Christine's presumptuous actions had made his daughter sad and caused Sharon to be even colder towards him. Edwin was incredibly frustrated. His usually stern and expressionless face was tense. He didn't have time to argue with Christine; he was busy catching up with his daughter andThis text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Sharon

Christine felt humiliated, and her perfect facade was starting to crumble. She caught up to Edwin and blocked his path, saying "Edwin, how can you say we're not acquainted? Your mother specifically invited me to meet you for a potential match"

"My mum?" Christine's words finally made Edwin understand the situation. It turned out that Jasmine hadn't wanted to eat with him: she had tricked him into coming for a potential match.

Edwin scoffed. He had already been deeply disappointed in Jasmine, and now, with these actions, Edwin didn't know what else to express except sarcasm. "Since my mum invited you, you can go on with her," he said coldly. After saying this, Edwin brushed past Christine and left.

Behind him, Christine clenched her fists in frustration. She thought, How could Edwin treat me like this! How could he embarrass me in front of the staff and guests? My education and family background are better than Sharon's. Does Edwin have a problem with his eyes? Why can he only focus on her?

Christine was different from other women. While other women inight resent their rivals when rejected, she resented Edwin. At this moment. wished she could strip away his arrogance bit by bit and humiliate him under her feet

"It's a minor issue, no need to get a

angry, someone said, grabbing her wrist,

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Christine instinctively thought it was a walter and forcefully tried to shake off the hand. "Get back to work? she snapped. But the hand didn't let go. She glared upward, her eyes blazing with anger. In front of her stood a stranger, not a waiter or guest. The man was tall and handsome, with refined features, and he looked at her with a faint smile. Christine couldn't help but be stunned. "Excuse me..

"I know you're angry and want to teach that man who ignored you a lesson. But I also know you can't do it physically: these things you can only think about," the man said, maintaining his enigmatic smile as if he could see through everything. His eyes seemed like two deep whirlpools, slowly drawing people in.

Christine felt dizzy, rubbing her forehead. She heard the man say, "I can help you."

The next day, Sharon brought Irene to skate again. As they arrived, they noticed a figure on the ice. The person was tall and striking, gliding slowly along the railing. Despite not moving fast, his movements were smooth and steady

"Is that man also here to learn?" Irene pointed and asked. Sharon was about to respond when the person turned around, revealing a familiar face- Edwin Stanley

Sharon thought he wouldn't show up again after yesterday's embarrassment. Yet here he was, not only showing up but also showing significant improvement.

Staron hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but glance at Irene, Irene recognized him but coldly turned her face away. She hadn't forgotten Edwin griting close to Christine last night and didn't want to interact with him anymore.

"Mommy, let's go skate over there," Irene pointed to a spot farthest away from Edwin.

Sharon looked at Irene with concern, wanting it

to say something comforting but finding herself at a loss for words. She nodded and said, "Okay" Edwin glided over as they reached their destination and changed into their skates. "Morning," he greeted quietly.

Irene pretended not to hear and pulled Sharon onto the rink. Sharon nodded politely but distantly at Edwin, then followed Irene away. Sharoni would prefer Edwan to be with Christine if it weren't for Irene's feelings. That way, she wouldn't have to deal with him constantly hovering around

Sharon skated a few laps with Irene to warm up before teaching her some simple figure skating moves. Edwin stayed close by their side, learning whatever Sharon taught Irene.

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He initially kept his distance from them but gradually skated closer until he was standing alongside Irene. While Irene practiced, he also practiced.

Irene was small in stature, agile, and naturally talented in this area, so she practiced with grace and skill. On the other hand, Edwin was much clumsier. Despite this, he worked hard to do his best. "Irene, what you saw last night wasn't what it seemed," he said as they practiced. "Your grandma arranged the meeting, and I had no idea about it." Edwin explained the situation to Irene, his voice loud enough for Sharon to hear despite his addressing Irene directly.

Irene remained silent but glanced in Sharon's direction. Despite her young age, she was observant. Although Edwin explained for Sharon's benefit, it made Irene feel more at ease,

Irene intentionally skated clumsily during their practice, even falling to the ground once. Initially, Edwin was less skilled than Irene, but with Irene deliberately making mistakes. Edwin ended up looking better by comparison.

Yay, Daddy is so awesome! Irene cheered as she clapped her hands.

Sharon fell silent.

Edwin lifted Irene from the ground and held her in his arms, spinning in place. It was a move that looked quite impressive. Irene squealed with excitement and enthusiastically cheered for Edwin. Edwin's eyes held a hint of satisfaction as he glanced confidently at Sharon, almost like a puppy seeking approval from its owner. He intentionally hid his skills, aiming to impress Sharon and make her take notice of him.

"Daddy, did you practice for a long time yesterday?" Irene asked casually, unintentionally lifting Edwin's sleeve and noticing many bruises and

marks on his elbow.

Edwin lowered his head affectionately and gently bumped his forehead against Irene's, not hiding anything. "Yeah," he responded softly "Daddy, you're amazing!" Irene exclaimed, giving Edwin a thumbs-up again.

Sharon continued to ignore the father-daughter interaction, leaving Irene's praise hanging in the air. Edwin and Irene exchanged glances, and a hint of disappointment flickered across Edwin's lips. Irene persisted, saying. "Daddy, you're hurt. With all these bruises, does it hurt?"

"A little bit," Edwin admitted, pleased with Irene's perceptiveness.

Then you need to apply medicine, Irene said, raising her voice slightly.

On the other hand, Sharon remained unmoved. Trene then slid out of Edwin's einbrace and approached Sharon, showing her the bruise on her knee from yesterday "Mommy, my knee still hurts and needs medicine, too," Irene said.

Sharon naturally didn't refuse Irene's request. She immediately removed some medicine from her bag and applied it to Irene's knee.

Edwin fell silent. He looked at Irene with envy. His injuries were more numerous and painful than Irene's, and he also wanted to apply medicine. Edwin leaned over and showed the bruises on his hands while examining Irene's injuries.

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