Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 6 Irene, Is That You?

Irene was lying on the doorway when suddenly something struck her from outside. The sudden loud

voice startled her. As she stepped back, her legs went weak and she rolled straight down.

She was so weak that she almost fainted from the sudden fall.

She felt vertigo in her head. She was in a trance for a long time and did not even know where she was.

"Clang!" Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the silence, followed by the dazzling light from the outside.

Irene had not seen the light for a long time, and her eyes were very painful. She wept and quickly

raised her hand to cover her eyes. She squinted her eyes and could hardly see through the gaps

between her fingers.

In the glaring light she saw the slender and tall figure of a man. The light fell on him from behind and

enveloped his tall and straight body, like a deity.

Irene slowly opened her eyes wide...

Edward came.

She... must be dreaming. Before she died, God favored her so that she could see him again as her last

wish.

Edward lowered his eyes, and then suddenly froze.

The emaciated woman on the ground was covered with dust. Her face was pale as snow, and her lips

were dry and peeled, as if she had been long confined and tormented.

Could it be that she had been locked up in this filthy place since the day she disappeared?

Irene looked at him blankly and suddenly opened her dry lips, revealing a pale smile. She opened her Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

lips, but her sound was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"You're here to save me..." She said softly as if she was on the verge of death. She was smiling, but so

desperate and helpless that made others heartbroken.

"Irene!" He called her name and run toward her without hesitation.

Irene opened her eyes wide and looked at him, dropping tear after tear. She looked so pitiful and

haggard.

Edward's heart contracted violently, and he could not help feeling intense heartache. He reached for

her and held her carefully in his arms, frowning and asking, "What's wrong?"

Irene curled up powerlessly in his arms, and the cold smell of her rose to the tip of his nose. If it was a

dream, she would never want to wake up.

"I could die on the spot." Irene buried her head in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. "But that's

all right ... As long as I can die in your arms."

Edward's pupils suddenly trembled, and he clenched her slender shoulder. "Shut up! Don't say that!"

Irene smiled sadly and slowly closed her eyes.

She was too tired. Just let her sleep in the arms of Edward.

To be embraced so tightly by him was something she had never dared to dream of in the last five

years.

"Irene, open your eyes and don't sleep!" For a moment, Edward was panicking. He held her delicate

chin with a confused look.

Her fingertips was frighteningly cold. This woman's body temperature was abnormally low.

He quickly took off his coat and wrapped it tightly around her. He picked Irene up and strode outside

quickly.

Tristan stood by the door with a pale face. His scheme had been revealed, but he still wanted to defend

himself.

"I don't know why she's here. It's not my fault... I swear"

Before he could finish his words, Edward suddenly turned and stared at him. His eyes were sombre, as

if huge waves were brewing. Tristan shuddered at just a glance and did not dare say another word.

"If anything happens to her, I will bury the entire Jones Family!" He said coldly. He did not look at the

disgusting people in the room anymore and left anxiously.

He would send the woman in his arms to the hospital immediately.

Edward gently placed her in the back seat. Irene lay with her face on her side, and her dark curly hair

spread over her pale cheeks. Her long, curled lashes were closed, She was so silent and made him

heartbreaking.

Edward could not help touching her cheek gently. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't allow you to

have any problems, Irene! Do you understand?"

But the smart and eloquent woman in the back seat had no response at all. she remained silent.

Edward grabbed the door with the other hand and fell heavily.

Tristan, who lied to him, and Sofia... dared to hurt his person. They must know the consequences!

Holding back his anger and fear, he started the engine and drove Irene at full speed to the hospital.

After the doctor informed him that Irene was well, his heart, which had always been surrounded by

inexplicable fears and worries, finally calmed down.

"Will you go in and see her?" The nurse finally asked him politely.

Edward nodded without thinking much. Just as he was about to enter the ward, there was a woman

shouted behind him.

"Edward, what are you doing here in the hospital?" It was Celine who spoke. She was wearing a loose,

tied-up dress, flat shoes, and was a little pale from not wearing makeup. "Did not you say you were

very busy today and have no time to come to the hospital to accompany me for my checkup?"

Edward was frozen in place for a while. He stared at Irene's ward door in front of him. His drooping

fingers moved, but he still turned around.

Instead of answering Celine's question, he asked her, "What did the doctor say? How is the baby?"

At the mention of the baby, a gentle smile appeared on Celine's face. She touched her lower abdomen

and said softly, "The doctor said that the fetus is very sound."

"That's good." Edward said as he stopped and walked toward Celine.

""Yes!" Celine nodded with a smile and grabbed Edward's hand. After a few steps, she suddenly said

sorrowfully with tears in her eyes, "But Edward, what about the video your wife took? I just received a

letter from Irene. She said that if I do not abort our child tonight, she will publish the video

immediately......"

In the end, Celine covered her face and began to cry. She was an actress who had practiced the art of

crying. She knew how to cry because she was pitiful and beautiful.

With his eyes slightly darkening, Edward said calmly, "Show me the email Irene sent you, and I will

contact her later."

Celine nodded with tears in her eyes, and said piteously and helplessly, "You must talk about her. I do

not mind if she often showed her dislike towards me, but this kind of video recording is really too

much..."

Edward listened to her but still did not answer.

Celine wiped her tears. At the same time, she skillfully covered the surprise in her eyes.

She suddenly felt that Edward's attitude towards her was a little bit different.

In the past he would have been furious if he had known that Irene had plotted against them. How could

he remain so calm this time?

And she cried. He didn't say anything to comfort her, but was absent-minded.

"Could it be that......he was not interested in her anymore?"

This realization immediately caused Celine to panic a little. She had tried her best for more than ten

years and finally got his heart by virture of Irene's forcing him to marry her five years ago with the help

of Irene.

For the past five years she had done her best to make what's been undone be done. The man,

Edward, could be under the same roof with her, but he never touched her.

Finally, she pretended to be drunk and had sex with him. Then she had the baby.By using this as an

excuse, she asked him to divorce with his wife.

Now that she was about to become officially Mrs. Wilson, no accident should befall her!

Celine lowered her eyelashes and calculated her with evil eyes.