Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 947

Hearing Joshua’s words, Luna, who had been pretending to be drunk, stiffened immediately.

Why would he say such things to her…in such a sweet and loving tone? Why would he say that his words hurt her too much?

So…John was right?

He knew that she was right beside Jude, that’s why he would say such cruel things over the phone, right?

At this thought, Luna narrowed her eyes and continued pretending to be drunk as she studied his sharp and defined jaw.

She remembered the first time he held her in this position was the day he brought her to see his family. Back then, to reject the marriage that his family arranged for him, to not marry Hailey Walter, he agreed to marry her instead.

He brought her to Banyan City, to the Lynch family home, and announced in front of his grandmother and his father, Adrian Lynch, that he was going to marry her.

“Be it her looks, her capabilities or her family background, this woman is not worthy of you! We disagree! “

“Exactly, Joshua, even if you don’t want to marry Hailey, you should find a wife who is compatible with you, right? This woman is nothing, why would you marry her?“

That said, Luna endured curses and harsh words that she had never endured before.

he was determined to marry her. He even said that

his arms princess-style, in exactly the same position as the one he held her in right now, and strode out of the Lynch

his arms, looked at the edges of his jawline, his sharp and shapely features, and told herself time and time again that it

her wildest dreams could she

once again she was held in the arms in the exact same position,

that was in front of her right now

no tracks of time on his handsome face. He still looked clean and arrogant, his features sharp and well-defined. In a blur of emotions,

at the feeling of her soft finger pads touching his

next second, he reached out and held her small hand,

feigned state of inebriation and decided

caressed his

frowned and pressed her hand back to her side

Once, twice, three times.

and allowed her drunken

touching him. But he was worried that… Every single time her hands touched him, he had to suppress his body’s natural

his footsteps. If she continued her reckless actions, sooner or later he would not be able to control

the black Masevati was parked quietly in

in his arms and opened the door to the backseat of