Come back to Me, My Ex-Wife

The man stood close to her, giving her an indistinct smile. His voice made her feel both relieved and distressed. She realized that she was so astonished to see him that she said his name unconsciously. An intelligent man like him would notice that she was hiding something.

But…

So what?

She had a different face now. What could he possibly do to her if she kept hiding it?

Margery pinched her finger, calmed herself down, and smiled at him, "You are humourous, Mr. Barrett. Do you mean I have an average face? You jumping out suddenly in the late-night really terrifies me. Of course, I fail to call you respectfully in such a case."

She was having a bright smile, but behind the smile, she was suffering from turmoil. Her watery eyes revealed her displeasure.

Golden knew she was worried about her son, Ethan.

He and she had met each other for the first time in a hospital somewhere in the warm south.

She and Melvin were standing close to each other with two children, which were a boy and a girl.

He heard that the boy called Melvin dad.

She was the wife of Melvin and gave birth to his children, whose last name was Byrne. Now the kid was gone, no wonder why she would telling Melvin tearfully on the phone.

But why would she call his old number for finding her kid?

Golden was unpleasant, grabbed her thin arm, and dragged her close to him, "Why do you call my number if we aren't familiar with each other?"

"I haven't called you! Let me go, I don't have time mess with you!"

Margery was frantic about spending so much time but found nothing about Ethan. She wanted to get rid of him immediately but Golden didn't loosen his hand. Desperately, she gave Golden a slap.

Hoo!

while her wrist was held by

her hands under control, Margery raised her head and stared at him angrily, "What do

with 139 and ended with 3366, called me. Is

"Yes… It's mine."

Mr. Barrett, I called the wrong number.

dubious, but still released

free, she selected Melvin's number quickly on the phone

his eyes. He knew he couldn't get more from her, so he left her alone. He moved the searchlight in his hand, found a direction,

"To where?"

"To find your child."

"In this way?"

decided to follow him. Although, she was

forest so long but found no sign

some minutes ago. How could he

believe me? Or do

reached out his strong hand to hold her thin wrist,

calm and reliable manner, which soothed her heart riddled with

support on the waist, she felt much

her right now. No matter how much she hated him, she shouldn't

of explaining the similar appearance of

"I follow you, Mr. Barrett, if this can help me find

deeply. When he felt the softy

made him lose his

in the toilet of the private box, when she