Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Fiona obviously did not expect Luna to appear at this moment. She widened her eyes in shock, but the surprise in the bottom of her eyes vanished in an instant.

The next second, tears were already swimming in her eyes. “I… That’s not what I meant! “

She bit her pale, bloodless lips, a sob in her voice. “I really thought that you would definitely hate me if you like Joshua…“

“I don’t have feelings for Joshua Lynch, and neither do I have the time to hate you.“ Luna walked past her coldly, raising her legs and heading for the door to her own office. When her hand rested on the doorknob, she paused. Sucking in a deep breath, she turned and swept her gaze coldly over everyone else in the office. “This is an office, I hope everyone here will focus on work instead of discussing gossip about who likes or hates anyone else.”

Finally, she glanced at Fiona stoically. “I don’t care who you are. Since you are now working in the design department, you must remember that you are just an employee here, and I don’t care for idlers. In the future, whether it is me or anyone else, if anyone is strict with you, it’s only because you didn’t do your job well, not because of whose girlfriend you are.“ With that, she entered her office with a ‘bang’.

Fiona stood in her spot, her face flushing red one moment then pale the next.

Director Luna is. She’s a cold-blooded monster when she works. You’ll be fine after

shoulders lifting up and down as she sobbed, but did not

unconsciously, then turned and knocked on Luna’s office door with a

with tissue paper. She had been gone for more than a month. There were still traces of the celebration she had after the project she handled for Joshua was declared a success. Back then, her work had been successfully completed, she sat here talking to Theo on the phone,

months had passed, but it felt like a lifetime

you wouldn’t be returning.” Right when she was in the middle of cleaning up, a

head to recognize the owner of the voice. ”I never thought you would be working at the Lynch Group

trash can and picked up another one. She lowered her head and wiped the table, curling her lips into a faint smile. ” You’ve returned home for

expression turning ugly. ”I don’t understand what you’re

wiping the dust off her table as she raised her lips in a smile. ” Samson Matthews. From the day you interviewed for this position I knew Samson Matthews was