Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

“My father is downstairs?“

He climbed down from the bed, wearing the robe around his shoulders. “I ’11 go wash up. You should tidy yourself up and get up too. Ask the servants to prepare whatever you want for breakfast.“

He acted so naturally as if this was not the first time something like this happened between them.

Looking at his broad back, Luna bit her lip. “Joshua.“

He stopped.

“What more do you want to say?“

He opened his mouth, not even bothering to turn around, his voice cold and distant, “We’re both adults. Don’t tell me…“

His lips turned up in a sneer, “You want me to take responsibility? You came to me drunk, is this a new mission Malcolm Quinn gave you?“

With that, before she could react, he opened the bathroom door and walked in.

Sitting on the bed, Luna looked at the tightly shut bathroom door, listened to the flow of the running water inside, her heart sinking deep down into the pit of her chest.

His cold attitude reminded her of the countless days and nights when they were together.

always treated

not taking her feelings and opinions

to living as a couple,

realized, it was not that his life revolved around him alone,

her eyes, all corners of her heart aching

she tidied herself up, she took out her

from Malcolm. (I ‘m leaving now, an early flight. Contact me

one was from Nigel, two

Luna’s heart ached.

not a

his

she once thought he was suffering from

something like this early in the morning, take into account the time difference, and

must be worried

and thoughtful that her heart

phone tightly and closed her eyes. For Nigel… anything she did was

dressed and sat on the side of the bed, waiting for

she smiled and stood

brow faintly. “You’re still