Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve)

Chapter 150

There was silence for a moment.

“Don’t say that, Gen.” Louis‘ voice was gentle, but there was a hint of obscurities in his eyes.

It was as though he was coaxing an unreasonable child.

Tears fell from Genevieve’s eyes as she looked at him defiantly.

After a while, Louis sighed and wiped her hands. “What did Yvette tell you? She’s trying to play us off against each other. Don’t you know how I feel?”

His eyes were clear and gentle. He had always been cautious with her.

In their relationship, he was the one being weak.

The way he positioned himself made Genevieve’s heart ache.

It was silly, just like when she was obsessed with Anthony.

She took a deep breath and gradually calmed down. “Louis, have you ever lied to me? If yes, tell me now. It’s not too late. I’m willing to forgive you.”

At that moment, she relaxed the bottom line for Louis.

She could neither ignore what Louis had done for her nor her family’s suffering.

Louis looked at her silently.

A gloomy emotion flashed across his gentle eyes.

Soon, it disappeared.

He smiled and said gently, “Gen, how could I lie to you? You’re the one I love most.”

He was about to put his hands on Genevieve’s shoulders when she stepped back to avoid it.

She looked at the strange yet gentle, familiar face before her. The tenderness in her heart gradually became cold.

It seemed that her last bit of confidence was destroyed now.

His love was surging, but too many deceptions and other things were hidden inside.

She couldn’t tell the difference./

Although she was willing to work hard to be together with him, the impenetrable mask between them made her keep her feelings back to herself.

After calming down, Genevieve took a deep breath and said, “I want to go home, now.”

The gentle smile on Louis‘ face slowly disappeared. He lowered his gaze as if he was suppressing his

emotion.

Genevieve stood still indifferently.

Now that she had made up her mind, she no longer cared.

“Gen, it’s not the right time,” said Louis.

“Tell me when the right time is, then. Do you think it’s dangerous for me to go out? Isn’t it the same. here? I want to go home. I don’t want to stay here anymore…” Genevieve, who nearly fell apart, couldn’t help but raise her voice.

She pushed Louis away and ran downstairs.

Louis frowned and chased after her.

The servant was shocked to see Genevieve running downstairs. “Mrs. Fallon…”

Genevieve ignored her and tried to run out of the manor.

The gate was left open, but it was too far away.

The driver’s car, however, was just ahead.

Genevieve immediately ran over, opened the door, got in, and closed it.

She could barely contain her anger and impulse.

Seeing Louis and the others, she stepped on the accelerator and drove toward the gate.

However, in less than 1,000 feet, a dozen bodyguards in black suddenly appeared and stopped the car desperately.

She slammed on the brake and looked at those men who appeared out of nowhere in fear.

Suddenly, she recalled Yvette’s words that even if she managed to leave the manor, countless people were still secretly watching her outside.

Genevieve was distracted and wondered, “Why is he doing this?”

Her hands on the steering wheel trembled.

The next moment, the car door was opened.

Louis was standing outside with a gloomy expression.

He took her back to the manor/inadvertently exuding the chill aura hidden in his body.

Genevieve’s face turned pale. She suddenly found him a little terrifying.

Louis took her into the room and–slammed the door shut.

Genevieve was frightened and trembled in fear.

Seeing that, Louis held her hand gently.

He looked at her. There were more fears and alertness on her pale face.

Suddenly, he held her waist and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her as he had done in the car.

But before he could do that, she had already turned away to avoid it.

His eyes darkened. There was an indescribable gloom on his face.

Her resistance made him flustered..

It was as though what he held tightly in his hand had turned into fine sand he could no longer hold.

He held her face and said in a hoarse voice, “Gen, you’ve accepted it inside the car…”

He wondered why she was avoiding her now.

Genevieve’s eyes reddened. She tried to push him away with a tinge of alienation in her eyes. “Not now, Louis. I don’t want to.”

Louis‘ face darkened inexplicably. His eyes were filled with emotions. He became so flustered and out of control that he lowered his head to kiss her ruthlessly.

No matter how hard Genevieve tried to resist, Louis was unfazed.

He kissed her madly, trying to get the same warmth and fondness from her that day in the car.

He thought it was clear that she had started to like her, as her act of taking the initiative to kiss him implied that he had entered her heart.

There was no way he could let her kick him away easily.

Thus, he desperately wanted to get close to her and turn her into his woman, snatching away her sweetness and love.

He wanted to use extreme methods to keep her.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain on his lips.

Louis immediately returned to his senses and recomposed himself.

Having tasted blood on his lips, Louis stepped back stiffly and loosened his grip. A trace of forbearance and regret flashed across his eyes. “Gen…”

Genevieve was angry. She raised her hand abruptly and slapped him.

He didn’t avoid it at all.

His cheek instantly turned fed.

He held her numbing right hand and rubbed it gently, asking, “Does it hurt?”

His voice was low and hoarse.

For a moment, Genevieve felt like crying.

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She withdrew her hand coldly and clenched her fists. “Get out.”

She had never said anything harsh to him, but she wouldn’t be polite anymore.

Louis looked at her and wanted to say something, but seeing her like that made him unable to utter anything.

He felt a dull pain in his chest as if he had been hit hard by something.

At the same time, he regretted that he had done such a thing and frightened her.

When he heard she was about to leave, he panicked and lost control.

“I shouldn’t have done that, he thought.

In a low voice, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Then, he opened the door and left.

Genevieve felt as if all her strength had been drained away instantly.

She could no longer hold it and tumbled to the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she mused, I’ve learned to like Louis. Why did he do this to me?”

She couldn’t figure out the answer.

It turned out his favor came at a price.