Come back to Me, My Ex-Wife

Twenty minutes later, Margery was stunned as she took the business license from Mr. Lau whose attitude changed from arrogant to humble.

Happiness came so suddenly that she was a little confused.

Not long ago, this little leader was so impatient that he wanted her to wait until the end of the world. It has not been long before he took the initiative to deliver what she needed. Someone must have helped her.

Thinking of this, Margery narrowed her charming eyes and asked tentatively, "Did Melvin, Mr. Collins call you?"

Ahem, what Melvin!

Mr. Lau almost shouted but remembered Golden's instructions before he left and could only swallow his pride and keep quiet.

Seeing the other party's constipated look, Margery immediately concluded that the person who helped her was no one but Melvin.

It could only be that guy who fooled around all the time and made others mad as soon as he spoke.

Margery gave a sympathetic look to Mr. Lau and slightly squeezed the business license in her hand, taking a load off her mind. She turned and walked away briskly.

In order to thank Melvin for helping her selflessly for so many years, she decided to treat him to dinner tonight.

*

At night, Margery and Melvin sat in an elegant and quiet restaurant.

Margery drank in a good mood at first and joked with Melvin.

But after drinking her fifth glass, she had a low mood and sighed while supporting her chin. There was vague uncertainty in her eyes. "Brother Melvin, after the hospital builds reputation, will Golden come to my small hospital for treatment?"

alcohol from her hand and poured it for himself. He held his head up and drank more than half of it. Seeing how drunk and uncomfortable she was based on her frown, he shook his head in disappointment. "He'll definitely come! Don't worry! Leave it to me! If he doesn't come, I'll hold him at gunpoint and

"I'm not discouraged!"

just thought of Andrew and remembered that he killed my little boy with his own hands. I can't control my hatred. I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself that I would stab him and kill him when I

was about to pick up vegetables, and felt pain and chills somewhere below his abdomen. He smacked his lips and said, "Don't! Control your hand! You would be going easy on

about it." Margery frowned and took a sip of dark beer. Her red lips moved

the wide corridor to the washroom on the

today was a weekend, so there were a lot of couples eating

could not hold it, Margery took a deep breath

and second floors, this floor was terribly quiet. It was composed of private rooms, which were probably prepared for

must be equipped with ensuite

felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Her abdomen hurt, and she could not hold it anymore. She found the nearest private room and glanced inside. When she saw no one in the room,

someone inside; it was a tall man. His back faced

shirt and dress pants, befitting his

was the kind of man who exuded

from alcohol and felt that the man's

Golden, you hurt me and killed Andrew. Won't you have

him

control her strength the moment she pounced that she slipped and fell weakly to

and lean abdomen with her right hand,

by a drunk woman. He turned his head slightly. When he saw that she was the woman he came across at noon who was so beautiful that she shone, he immediately

pressure was suddenly low and

did not hear that he told her to go away. She was also slow and did not feel the cold air pressure. She sneered and swayed

woman would not stop fooling around

up his pants with one hand and walked out

was something wrong with his eyes that he thought she