Attracted By My Ex-wife

After an entire day's worth of work, Anne was exhausted. She didn't know if it was just because she was pregnant or if she had just been resting too much recently.

She walked on the streets, feeling irritable when she recalled Kevin's unusual behavior that day.

For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why he would treat Ryan like that in the meeting earlier. It was so uncharacteristic of him.

His mood swings lately had been crazy. It seemed that he was purposely trying to get on her nerves. She didn't know what on earth he wanted her to do then he could let her go.

She absolutely loathed him but for some reason, she couldn't get him off her mind.

Why couldn't she just forget about him? It seemed that he was deeply etched in her heart.

Anne smiled ironically, forcing herself to not think about it anymore. Suddenly, a loud horn blared into her ears.

Eyebrows furrowed together, she looked back and found the black Rolls-Royce following behind her. She already knew who it was.

Scowling, she turned her head away, ignoring Kevin.

"Anne, I'm giving you ten seconds to get in. If you don't, you can't blame me for using force,"

Kevin said spitefully.

More than anything, he hated her indifference towards him. That scowl on her face didn't help either.

'What an overbearing man!'

Anne cursed inwardly. Despite her unwillingness, she had no choice but to get inside the car. After all, she knew this man was capable of doing anything.

She couldn't risk it. It was entirely possible that Kevin would cause a scene out on the streets and she definitely didn't want that.

"Why do you look like that whenever you see me?"

Kevin frowned slightly as he glanced at Anne from the corner of his eye, visibly unhappy. Her face was stone cold as if this was the last place she wanted to be.

"Mr. Kevin, can we talk?"

She needed to talk to him as this was getting out of hand already. At the very least, she wanted to be civil with him before they divorced.

"Okay, what do you want to talk to me about?" Kevin said plainly.

His straightforwardness briefly took Anne aback. Within the next moment, she had collected herself.

you hate me but I hope that we can get along and make peace with each other before we

said seriously, looking at

think we're not getting along

eyes told her all she needed to know—he wasn't in a good

and more irritable? I'm also

all that Kevin had done

what she had done to offend him yet that didn't stop

I was getting more hostile towards you?" Kevin retorted, his face

her jaw, seemingly frustrated seeing him being so

you've been doing to me

think so," Kevin answered confidently,

she knew better than to snap

soon as I give birth to this baby, we're cutting each other off. Let's just stay

honestly, looking at Kevin expectantly. Surely, this request shouldn't

want us to stay away from each other? Anne, are you planning

'This damn woman wants to stay away

the way Kevin was looking

exists only because of the contract. Once all this is over, I have the

baby, he was going to divorce her. Shouldn't she have the freedom to make plans

to do? Are you going to throw yourself into Ryan's arms after divorcing

to me because she wants to

and I are merely friends. It's

couldn't help but be anxious at the thought of Kevin misunderstanding her relationship with Ryan. This

tell me. What should I think about you two?

in his mind. The thought of her meeting up with another

so adamant on pushing this narrative on

what to

line, fuming. 'Isn't she even going to bother to explain herself?'

Ryan and I are having an affair, what else is there for me to say? Would you even believe me

Kevin, Anne was unable to restrain

because he was insisting that she was having an affair

explanation! Also,

him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his possessions were being

as a way to calm herself

I are just friends. I can't promise that I won't see him again. What I can promise you is that I won't be too intimate with anyone until

was still very important to her.

couldn't possibly let go

How wonderful！ Anne, are you