Attracted By My Ex-wife

"I don't have any money. I already gave you a lot. I thought last time would be the final time you asked. I'm not giving you any more,"

Cherry said angrily to the man on the other end of the phone.

She didn't have any feelings for her so-called father—other than hatred, that was.

Her "father" only threatened her and forced her to give him money.

"Fine. Turn me down. And then I'll expose who you really are, my lovely illegitimate daughter. What do you think Kevin will do when he finds out? Do you think he'll still want you?"

The man on the other end of the phone started fuming when Cherry refused to give him money. So, like he always did, he turned to threats.

"Why do you always try to scare me with this? Can't you just leave me alone?"

Cherry sat on the bed dejectedly. Her long hair was messy, and she looked quite embarrassed.

"Leave you alone? Why would I do that? You're such a cash cow. I need a meal ticket and you're it," he sneered.

Cherry wanted to kill him right now.

Thanks to him, she had been carefully hiding her identity. He was right. If Kevin found out she wasn't rich, but instead born out of wedlock, who knew what he might do?

"I really am strapped for cash. I gave you a cool million last time, didn't I? I'm not made of money!"

Every penny Kevin gave her went to her nominal father. What more did the man want? And how far was he willing to go to get it?

"I don't care. I need at least two million this time. If you don't give me the money, I'll tell Kevin everything."

The man on the other end of the phone didn't care about her at all. He only wanted money.

She wanted to say something more, but he had already hung up. Hearing the telltale "click," Cherry was so angry that she threw the phone at the wall.

The relationship between her and Kevin was tense enough. If her so-called father told Kevin her real identity, he might even dump her.

What should she do? What should she do!

How could she get two million?

By the time Kevin got back to the villa, it was dark, and he was exhausted. When he got to Cherry's room, he intended to simply walk past it. But then he thought of her sad eyes. His heart softened.

was only a small

with a guilty look. He never imagined he would fall in love with Anne, nor did

lost in thought. He then stood up and was about to leave, but

a weak voice. She opened her eyes, and there was heartache in that

soon a feeling of

you still awake?" There was no

a while? Just a little while." Knowing that Kevin didn't want to stay with her any longer, Cherry looked at him with sorrow, holding him tightly in her hands, as if she were

Get as much sleep as you can, Cherry.

worried about her health. And he didn't want to stick around at this late hour. He knew what she

don't want anything else. Don't you

back tears of grief. Her voice

with concern and

till

in a rare, gentle voice. He had never spoken to

gone? Are you really going to break up with me?" Cherry held

about it when you're

lingering fear. He might not want to date her,

the one who hurt

let's talk about it later. Can I rest my head

to his strong heartbeat, she knew this was where she belonged, and she would ever let him

but when he thought of her weak body, his

be here with you." Holding Cherry in his arms gently, Kevin looked

know if Anne was doing well in

Kevin saw that Cherry had fallen asleep in his arms, he gently laid her down, tucked her in and walked out of

her eyes. She hadn't fallen asleep at all.

day-dreaming. She knew he was still thinking about

she couldn't be Kevin's woman, she

if Selma had come up with a decent plan. If it went on like this, she really didn't know what

of the bedroom

was very late where Kevin was, but not in America. It should be afternoon there. The call was

on the other end said respectfully. "I

days?" He cut straight to the chase.

looking for the child, but she hasn't found anything yet," the person on

to her, but don't let her know you're watching,

wait for a reply. He hung up

had been a few days since she came to America, but there was no trace of the