Dumping My Billionaire Ex

Sharon struggled frantically. Suddenly, her body sank as she was placed in a car seat. She quickly distanced herself from Edwin's embrace, pressing herself tightly against the seat. The car door then closed gently.

In a moment, Edwin got into the car from the other side. He started the car smoothly.

"Hey!" Sharon was bewildered by Edwin's actions, calling our softly. But she watched as his fingers swiftly navigated the car screen, inputting her home address in Moorwald. Are you... taking me home? Sharon wondered and looked at him in surprise.

Thaven't seen Irene in a while. I'm going to check on her, he said matter-of-factly.

Sharon remembered they had just met not long ago.

Edwin drove at an extremely fast speed, and within minutes, they were on the highway heading towards Moorwald. Sharon realized it was too late to say anything more. It was nearly midnight when they arrived back in Moorwald. Her father, Ethan, had not returned yet.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Since Ray had unexpectedly taken Sharon away, she could only entrust her neighbor, Moretta, to take care of Irene. When they arrived home. Irene was already fast asleep at Moretta's place.

Sharon apologized profusely, while Edwin walked over, bending down carefully to pick up Irene. Irene woke up slightly startled, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking at him. Edwin lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead. The little girl grinned widely, calling out, "Daddy. After calling out, she nestled affectionately into his arms, snuggling for comfon before falling back asleep.

Moretta stared wide-eyed at their interaction, nudging Sharon without thinking. "He's such a good father, handsome and caring.

Sharon couldn't refute it. After they got home, Edwin stayed in Trene's room and didn't come out, seemed genuinely here to see the child.

As Sharon passed by the rooin, she saw him delicately wiping Irene's face with a towel. His movements were gentle, his eyes serious, his usual stern expression softened with a fatherly tenderness. Sharon paused for a moment, then placed a set of pajamas her father had never worn on the sofa before entering her room.

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Sharon had been tired since the journey back and had not dared to sleep with Edwin around. Now in her own space, she didn't need to be cautious anymore. She stretched lazily, stripped off her clothes, and went into the bathroom. After a refreshing shower, she collapsed into bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the morning, Sharon woke up to the alarm clock's urging. Since Ethan had gone back, she was responsible for making breakfast for Irene. Sharon got up and headed towards the kitchen. As soon as she entered, she saw the back of a man in the kitchen. At first glance, she thought her father had returned and called out, "Dad."

The man turned around. It was Edwin wearing Ethan's pajamas, Sharon was momentarily stunned. She had forgotten that Edwin had brought her home last night. She had placed her father's pajamas on the sofa just in case, thinking Edwin would go back given his personality. Sharon was surprised when she learned that Edwin hadn't left. She had always known that Edwin had a habit of not liking to sleep in beds other than his own. He would always go home to rest if he could.

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Edwin raised his eyebrows when Sharon called him "Dad," his gaze sweeping over her with a meaningful look. His gaze was different from usual. almost scraping over her, as if it could strip away her clothes. It made it hard for her to breathe deeply.

Sharon instinctively thought of his embrace from last night and stepped back involuntarily. Ignoring her reaction, Edwin said, "Breakfast will be done in around ten minutes." Sharon returned to her room, changed out of her pajamas, and went to wake up Irene.

Once the two had finished getting ready, breakfast was already laid out on the table, smelling good-and wonderfully colorful. Irene couldn't resist drooling at the sight and eagerly asked Edwin to serve her some oatmeal. Edwin took a plate and ladled some into it. Squinting her eyes, Irene scooped up a spoonful and tasted it. "It tastes good!"

Edwin patted Irene's head and placed another bowl of oatmeal in front of Sharon. Sharon hesitated for a moment. She wasn't used to having Edwin make breakfast for her. Still, she took a spoonful. It was sweet and-mity. Though not quite as good as her father's, it was delicious. Across from her, Irene was eating with great enthusiasm, the spoon clinking against the plate. In no time, Irene had finished most of

it.

"Daddy, can you make breakfast for me every day?" After breakfast, Irene ran over, asking with her mouth full. Edwin didn't answer immediately but turned to look at Sharon as if seeking her opinion.

Ignoring him, Sharon walked over to straighten Irene's collar. "Let's go. We're going to be late.

Irene pouted but didn't say anything, letting Sharon lead her out of the house. Edwin followed along,

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10:23 AM

"Morning, you're taking Irene to school Moretta happened to be returning from her morning exercise, smiling brightly as warmly scanned the trio. "A family of three, how sweet."

Sharon remained silent, while Edwin said to Irene, his lips curving g with a faint smile. "Say goodbye to Moretta."

Irene waved to Moretta, her voice sweet and clear. "Goodbye, Moretta!"

she asked. Her eyes

"Goodbye" Moretta waved back cheerfully, pulling Sharon aside before going back home. "Sharon, you got an attractive husband. Hurry up and have another baby" Sharon wondered, What does having another baby have to do with whether my husband is attractive or not? We aren't even husband and wifet Sharon wanted to explain, but Moretta had already gone back.

After dropping Irene off at kindergarten, Sharon finally faced Edwin head-on. "Let's talk." With that, she walked towards a quieter spot.

When Sharon turned around, Edwin followed, standing under the shade of a tree, staring fixedly at her. She brushed her hair back nervously. "Edwin, we're divorced now. Don't come to my house again unless necessary to avoid misunderstandings. If you want to see Irene, let me know in advance, and I'll arrange for her to meet you outside. It was important to establish boundaries; she didn't want a repeat of this morning's scene.

Edwin didn't respond, only gazing at her intensely with his deep eyes. His thin lips remained pressed together, making it hard to read.

Having said what needed to be said, Sharon nodded slightly, walking past Edwin. He didn't follow her. Instead, he got into the car.

Watching the car speed away. Sharon felt the weight on her I heart finally y lift. She had wanted to clarify things with Edwin to avoid giving Irene false hope of reconciliation After the years with the Stanley family, the damage inflicted on Irene had been irreparable, and Sharon couldn't risk repeating that mistake.

Sharon tumed away. Unnoticed, the speeding car quietly turned around again, following her all the way until she entered the residential complex.

Edwin leaned on the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze dark and brooding. His empty left hand rested on the lowered car window, a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke hazily obscured his stern face, making it seem ethereal and indistinct. He seemed like a dream.

There were many things Edwin wanted to say. He even wanted to forcibly keep Sharon by his side. But after witnessing Jasmine's vanity, he felt helpless. He desired Sharon, not because she was Foxy Damon, and not just because she was Big Eyes. His feelings for her had started long before he even knew she was Big Eyes. It was that at that time, he hadn't been aware. By the time he realized it, it seemed too late. Even if it was late, he knew he wouldn't let her go,

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