Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Luna interrupted Joshua just in time. ”Mr. Lynch.” She looked at him with a sneer on her face. ”Did you forget that Fiona almost killed my son a few days ago? The dinner tonight is to celebrate the fact that both my son and I survived and escaped out of her hands. Do you think I would like to listen…about your past with Fiona?”

At her words, Joshua’s confession that ‘actually Fiona is Nigel’s bone marrow donor’ stuck in his throat, never to see the light of day. He remained quiet for a minute, then laughed bitterly. ”You’re right, this is not the right time. In the future, when the time is right, I will tell you the truth.” With that, he turned and took Nellie, who lay asleep on the bench, into his arms, and walked in the direction of the villa. ”Don’t worry, I’ll be sleeping in the guest room tonight. ” He paused. ”I ‘in staying here…only because I missed the children too much. ” Then, he lifted his legs and strode away.

More than two months had passed since the day he asked Luna and the children to move out to truly rest and recuperate. More than two months had passed since he had spent time with Nellie and Nigel.

Luna stood in her spot and watched as Joshua carried Nellie carefully into the villa, her lips pursed together tightly. She had to admit, she did not understand this man. When he was cold and heartless, the thought of him alone sent a chill down her spine. But when he was serious, somehow, he seemed like a loyal and loving man.

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After Joshua carried Nellie and walked inside the villa, Nigel, who had been sitting in the corner tapping away at his laptop, finally put down his

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his hair softly. “So,