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?“

turned and looked at her indifferently. “Why

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 children, and one that was miscarried… You didn’t reject

when Shannon McCartney accused you of drugging

a good father. I indirectly caused the deaths of two out of my four children. That’s why I don’t plan on asking any other woman to bear my child for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.” He closed the door to the ward behind

away into the distance. She should not have listened to that woman’s advice and put on an act as a critically ill patient. Even if she did act as a critically ill patient, she should not have chosen a weird disease that would be

he rejected her request to sleep with him easily with just

gritted her teeth