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!”

assumed

and will to deal with all

or overbearing, he said politely, “Sir, Ms. Larson is not at home. Even if she is,

trying to reason with the

heed him. He shouted again, “Fine, fine. I won’t make it difficult for you. I

heard the noise outside. It sounded as if people were having a

see what was

Larson residence as

distance, Esther spotted

could not

was in the same situation, but

it was Maxwell, the CEO of Levine

old man before confirming that he

“Mr. Levine, what brings you

Larson residence, John knew the history between the Larson family and the

with Anderson,

and saw a middle-aged

not recognize John at first. He racked his brains but could not manage to

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up John with anticipation

John’s appearance had changed a lot

John was one of the many people working

was nonnal that Maxwell could not

on Esther. She exclaimed, “Oh, no wonder that man seems

I’ve been working at

the butler. He managed to recall some fragments of memories,

many years have passed. I’m getting old now. There are so many things and so many people that I have forgotten,” Maxwell

as an excuse

tended to

confirm that the visitor was an

then found himself in a dilemma. He was aware of the relationship between

it was a case of emotional

to do

was put in a tough spot, as he could not decide if he should

brings you here?” John bit the bullet

mind.

would have to take things one step

had come to seek out

John even

a remarkably capable CEO have the