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.”

did you just—” “Godmother,” interrupted Neil before Anne could

“Let’s make a bet.”

cell phone and started the stopwatch. “I bet that

dubiously.

gave Neil a side-eye. “Are you jealous she gets to

“Five, four, three, two…”

the table

Smack!

her chopsticks onto the table as her face

Aura rushed into the