Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Wesley rolled his eyes. “Mr. Lynch claims that his ex- wife isn’t dead and that he’s still waiting for her to return, but it’s been so many years now. I think it’s safe to say that she isn’t coming back anymore.“

He continued, “If in a couple more years Mr. Lynch gets tired of waiting for her and wants to remarry, Courtney will be his first choice for sure! “

Luna’s lips twisted into a smile and said nothing in response. She could not understand why Wesley was so confident in his prediction, yet at the same time, it was not too far-fetched either.

Even if Joshua changed his mind and wanted to marry someone who looked like the past Luna, it was none of her business anymore. The only thing she had in mind was to get pregnant and give birth to Joshua’s child so she could cure Nigel.

While Luna was deep in thought, the elevator arrived on the 18th floor.

Wesley cleared his throat and led Luna into the department. “Hello, everyone, I’d like to introduce you to a new member of our company, “ he announced.

“This is Luna. Our CEO, Mr. Lynch, hired her to be a design intern and assistant. If there’s anything you need, feel free to ask her for help! “ Wesley patted Luna’s shoulder gently. “Please get to know your colleagues.“

With that, he turned around and walked out, leaving Luna to fend for herself.

glance and led her to an empty desk. “You can sit here, “ she ordered, tossing a stack of documents

want you to run up to his office and resubmit them to him.“ She gave Luna a smirk before leaving. “Don’t mess this

student. She nudged her glasses and whispered to her, “Luna, please be careful. This proposal has been sent

smile. “Do you happen to have some

her a packet

sat down in her chair. After finding a comfortable position, she opened

work was so bad that even if

pen and paper from a nearby colleague and scribbled some stuff on the piece of paper. Then, she got up

next to her gave a pause before answering, “It’s…on the

you.“ Luna let out a sigh before turning around to

she write, Bonnie?“ another colleague asked the

pursed her lips. “I’m not sure, but…she