Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Not long after Neil sat down, the waiter began to serve Aura.

Neil reached out his hand to stop the waiter—who was delivering food to Aura—and asked with his big eyes blinking, “Hi, what’s this dish?”

The little boy was so cute and well-behaved that the waiter could not help but to stop and smiled at him. “This is filet mignon. If you want to eat it, ask your mom to order you one!”

Neil looked at the waiter with a smile and nodded. “Thank you, you’re very beautiful!”

The waitress, in her forties, was delighted by the little boy’s compliment, and even the steps of serving food became a lot lighter.

“Do you want to eat that steak?” asked the frowning Anne.

Neil smiled slyly. “No.”

just—” “Godmother,”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“I bet that woman won’t be able to continue eating in

him dubiously.

“Are you jealous she gets to eat

“Five, four, three, two…”

the table and

Smack!

chopsticks onto the table as her face contorted

Aura rushed into