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.

to marry her. He even said that to him, she was loo times, or even l000 times better

exactly the same position as the one he held her in right now,

features, and told herself time and

her wildest dreams could she predict everything

the arms in the exact same

image of the man that was in front of her right now overlapped with the one

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

halt at the feeling of her soft finger pads touching

next second, he reached out and held her small hand, lowering it beside

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

and caressed his jaw softly

and pressed her hand back to her side

Once, twice, three times.

drunken little hands

tell the truth, he did not mind her touching him. But he was worried that… Every single time her hands touched him, he had

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

hotel, the black Masevati was

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