The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Leia reacted as if she had seen a ghost and shunned a good distance from Xavier the moment they were in the room.

She listened to Shirley’s wail in disbelief.

“Xavier, you scum. Are you going to let her be like this? You are the infamous simp of Beach City… ahem, I mean the most loyal man. Why have you suddenly become so cold-blooded and heartless?”

Xavier crossed his legs and leaned against the door casually. He nocked his chin up a little and stared at the woman nonchalantly. “Didn’t I just make it very clear that you are my true love? Desolating my true love for the sake of an unworthy old flame is simply not worth it!”

“Bleurgh!”

Leia pretended to puke and punched the man. “You’d better stop,” she growled. “I’ve just had breakfast. Don’t make me puke and waste food!”

‘Haha! How hilarious. If I am Xavier’s true love, the Sun will rise from the west.”

Beach City, they had known each other since young. Though they had little interaction with each other, they would fight whenever they

the latter didn’t approve of her

relationship, it

a cold and unapproachable girl allergic to romance and unmoved by

his head helplessly. He walked to the bedside, pressed the intercom button, and said to Dylan, “Take good care of her. I don’t care how you do it. Make sure nothing about

it. I know what to do,” replied Dylan seriously

the outside. Shirley was not bawling, and the crowd wasn’t chirping. Everything

about her. The title of the most loyal

right. Silent and with his head hung low, he exuded an aura of melancholy, one that was completely

with you? Acting depressed? It is not like

trying to make him come to his senses. “Don’t be a

“Is that so?”