Hunting for His EX-Wife

Rhys arched his eyebrows, “We will start working tomorrow. Ms. Doyle, I wonder if you’re willing to go with me for a walk down the coast at night?”

“Mr. Williams, if It is not about work, just forget it.”

Martha looked a little bit tired, her voice distant and cold.

Rhys stared at her and asked with a light smile, “Why? You won’t go with me just because it’s not about work?”

“Sorry, I’m too tired today. I don’t want to go out.”

Martha made her attitude clear again, and then decisively closed the door.

Her instinct told her she should not get close to Rhys except for necessary contact with him at work.

Otherwise, she must be the one who suffered.

He said he was asking her out for a walk, but she knew he just wanted to make Stefan jealous.

She wasn’t interested in helping him achieve this goal. Nor did she want Stefan to do anything dramatic again.

Outside the door, Rhys looked at the closed door with a self-mocking smile.

She was wary of him, and avoided getting into contact with him as much as possible unless necessary.

Did she think of him as a bad guy?

Moments later, Rhys turned around and was about to go downstairs, only to see Stefan at the end of the corridor.

Stefan’s tall figure half hidden in the darkness put Rhys on alert.

Rhys’ eyes narrowed slightly, as he looked into Stefan’s deep, sullen eyes.

Stefan stood at the end of the corridor. Of course, he saw Rhys being rejected just now.

At this moment, he felt less upset.

Although Martha wasn’t nice to him, she didn’t give Rhys a chance to get close to her as well.

That meant they were the same to her.

Rhys walked slowly toward the man at the end of the corridor.

While they were looking at each other, silence blanketed the whole floor. The game had just begun.

And it was not certain who would be the winner in the end.

In the afternoon, after a short rest, Martha opened the curtains in great spirits.

From her room, she could see the sea around the island. At the moment, the sun shone on the sea water, glittering. She felt as if she was in a beautiful picture, immersed in the beautiful scenery.

It was a pity not to record such a beautiful scenery.

She took out the paintbrush and drawing board in the suitcase, and wanted to draw the beautiful scenery of the moment.

She spent the whole afternoon concentrating on her creation.

In the evening, Martha, who had finished the painting, rubbed her eyes, took her phone, sent a message to Jane and asked her to go to the restaurant for dinner.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she met Jane and noticed a red mark on Jane’s face. She frowned, “What’s wrong with your face?”

“I… I just accidentally hit the table.”

Jane stammered, not wanting to make a big deal of what had just happened.

Martha frowned more tightly after hearing Jane’s answer.

“It’s clearly a palm mark.”

“I…” Jane avoided meeting Martha’s gaze, opened her mouth, wondering whether to explain.

Martha knew Jane’s character and said seriously.

“Tell me the truth. What happened? Who hit you?”

Jane lowered her head.

‘Ms. Doyle has known that I must have been slapped by someone.’

‘There’s no need to hide this matter anymore. After all, I did nothing wrong.’

Jane thought of this and explained.

“It was Joann. She asked me to bring her water, and I said to her, ‘I am Ms. Doyle’s assistant, not your maid’, and then she…”

Jane broke off, but Martha knew exactly what happened next.

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Martha frowned, “Why didn’t you fight back?”