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

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

the edges of his jawline, his sharp and shapely features, and told herself time and time again that it was him. For the rest of her life, she

could

was held in the arms in the exact same position, with the exact same

her right now overlapped with the one that she fell for all those years

face. He still looked clean and arrogant, his features sharp and well-defined. In a blur of emotions, she reached out and softly caressed his

feeling of her soft finger pads touching

out and held her small hand,

lips, took advantage of her feigned state of inebriation and decided to throw caution to

out and caressed his jaw softly again. “I want

her hand back

Once, twice, three times.

struggling and allowed her drunken little hands to rub and touch

that… Every single time her hands touched him, he had to suppress his

his footsteps. If she continued her reckless actions, sooner or later he would

black Masevati was parked quietly

his arms and opened the door to the backseat of the car and lay her down on the