My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back by Cheryl Moore

Chapter 192

Maxwell looked Lilian up and down, wondering what had gotten into her that day.

Why had she suddenly become so reasonable?

The look of surprise and doubt on Maxwell’s face could be seen through his reading glasses, especially when she praised him for a job well done.

He had a very realistic delusion. When he was still a student and had to go on an excursion one time, his mother had worriedly packed his luggage.

Suddenly, Lilian stood up quickly and trotted away.

After a while, she came back with an antique radio in her hand.

This was her favorite possession.

She handed it over directly and said, “Here you go. I’ll lend this to you for the time being. Young people these days are so busy. They may not have time to talk to you. Listen to this to pass the time.”

Maxwell was somewhat touched by Lilian’s words.

He did not want to accept the antique radio, so he pushed it back to Lilian.

He said, “I’m going to get things done, not to be a nuisance. You usually can’t live without this radio. Keep it with you! When I get back from Dellmoor, we can listen to it together.”

The bickering was a part of their everyday life. Now that one of them was heading out, the other seemed reluctant to let

go.

A new guest had arrived at the Larson residence.

He claimed to be Kimberly’s grandfather, but everyone thought the idea itself was absurd.

Everyone in the Larson residence knew that Kimberly’s grandfather was Yandel, who lived in the Larson estate.

Anderson, as the strict guard on duty, showed no mercy.

He kindly persuaded the old man to leave, “Sir, please return home. If you forgot your way back, I can call the police for help.

Anderson’s words were full of affection, but they were registered as harsh and upsetting in Maxwell’s ears.

After all, he had never been rejected like this before.

Even though he had been prepared for this, he could not adapt to it right away.

He began to lose his patience and yelled, “Get Kimberly out here!”

then, he assumed

and will to deal with all sorts of

politely, “Sir, Ms. Larson is not at home. Even if she is, she will not simply come

to

make it difficult for you. I know you’re just sticking to your post. I shall call

It sounded as if people were having

see

of the Larson residence as if

distance, Esther spotted a familiar

moment, she could

was in the same situation, but he had

see that it was Maxwell, the

carefully observed the old man

“Mr. Levine, what brings

in the Larson residence, John knew the history between

who was still arguing with Anderson, heard someone calling

saw a middle-aged

first. He racked his brains but could not

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up John with anticipation and

all, John’s appearance had changed a

addition, John was one of the many people working at the

was nonnal that Maxwell could not

no wonder that man seems so familiar at

have forgotten, but I’ve been working at the Larson residence for a long time. I’m

recall some fragments of memories, but

years have passed. I’m getting old now. There are so many things and so many people

as an excuse for not

people tended to

the visitor was an

found himself in a dilemma. He was aware of the

it was a case

to do with him and

put in a tough spot, as he could

John bit the bullet

mind.

would have to take things one step at a

come to

John

would a remarkably capable CEO have the need