Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Joshua’s hands that were tucking the bedcovers around her paused mid-air. He frowned, gently reaching out a hand and patted her head. “That’s silly. Your health is in such a poor condition now, becoming pregnant now? Are you trying to worsen your condition?“

Fiona lowered her head, a flash of urgency passing through her eyes. She almost forgot, in Joshua’s eyes, she was a critically ill woman.

She bit her lip, her head lowered, her voice faint as she said, “But Joshua, I really want to give you a child. A child of our own. This way, someone will remember me after I die and pray for me on my death anniversary.“

Joshua narrowed his eyes, smiling as he said flatly, “ I ‘ll remember you and pray for you even without a child.“ With that, he stood up. “It’s late, you should get some sleep.“

She bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks quietly. “You said you would accompany me through my last days, you agreed to be with me. But in fact… like everyone else, you hate me and look down on me, don’t you?“

and looked at her indifferently. “Why do you say

never slept with me. You even rejected me when I suggested giving you a child. But you used to say you didn’t have feelings for Ms. Luna, that you weren’t very close to her when the two of you got married. But Ms. Luna gave you three

your boyfriend, I can do such things with you. But you know your own condition. You were so agitated when Shannon McCartney accused you of drugging Luna that you fell sick. When you saw Luna being beaten

why I don’t plan on

advice and put on an act as a critically ill patient.

that she had brought herself into this mess, he rejected her request to sleep with him easily with just a few simple

gritted her teeth