Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 492

Chapter 492:

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Shawn suspected it was Wade and showed the owner a photo.

“Yes, that’s the man! But that was last year!”

Shawn and Katherine exchanged a glance, realizing that Wade had been here a year ago and might return.

“Do you know anything else?”

“On another occasion, a group of men in suits came asking about her. They looked like bodyguards, all wearing sunglasses, standing around like a scene from The Matrix.”

“And what happened next?”

“That’s all. I think she must have gotten herself into some trouble and fled. Perhaps she’s in debt. She’s been gone a long time and is probably too scared to return, fearing she might be discovered.”

After Katherine and Shawn had gathered every morsel of gossip, the sky had descended into an inky blackness, cloaking the world in its velvety shroud. As nightfall settled in, the temperature plummeted, sending a crisp chill through the air. Katherine pulled her coat tighter around her.

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Shawn strode ahead of her, engrossed in his phone conversation, casually shrugging off his coat as if the cold barely registered. The air around her was bitterly cold, yet Shawn seemed unfazed, almost as if he were feeling the warmth of a different world altogether.

Before Katherine could react, Shawn handed his coat to her. He continued his phone conversation, rattling off a string of instructions in a businesslike tone, too engrossed to even spare her a single word.

Katherine hesitated, uncertain whether Shawn merely wanted her to hold his coat or if he’d taken it off with the thoughtful intention of keeping her warm against the cold. Katherine leaned toward the latter.

Though Shawn never glanced her way, she noticed his ears turning red, a subtle betrayal of his composure. Perhaps the phone call was just a convenient excuse to mask his own nervousness.

After piecing together the information, Katherine and Shawn found a cozy hotel where they could retreat for the night.

Once they departed, the newsstand owner peeked out, glancing around to confirm that no one was observing before retrieving his phone and dialing a number.

“Hello? Mr. Potter, two people just came by asking about your mother.”

Wade’s voice was stark and devoid of emotion.

“Who?”

“Based on their accent, they appeared to be from Illerith, a man and a woman.” The owner gripped a mouse in his other hand, the cursor elegantly navigating the surveillance footage that showcased the faces of Shawn and Katherine.

“I have captured them on camera. I shall transmit it to you.”

“Alright.”

With his keen ears, the owner overheard someone calling out to Wade from the other end.

“Wade.”

The owner assumed that it was Chris calling. Then, cutting through the air, came the sound of a child wailing. Whose child was it? Wade’s? Chris’?

As the owner recorded the clear faces from the surveillance footage, he pondered the circumstances unfolding on Wade’s end. Yet, he knew very little about Wade. He worked for whoever offered the highest bid.

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