Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

“I’m glad she’s beautiful! I knew she would be a very beautiful girl! Don’t forget to take more photos of the wedding and show them to me once you’re back! Oh right, have you met that clan member yet?“

Luna paused, then instinctively looked into the wedding hall. Table number 55 was empty. She licked her lips. “He just sent me a photo saying he’s already at the wedding hall… but I think he walked out for a moment…“

“I’m glad he’s there! I was worried you would feel bored attending the wedding alone, with someone to talk to and reminisce with, I ‘m sure you won’t feel lonely! I’m not as lucky as you, Luke sent me medicine to stabilize the baby again today… “ Luna sighed, listening to Gwen’s weak voice. Suddenly, she did not dare tell her the truth.

Gwen obviously idolized the female clan leader. If she knew her groom was Ben… Luna could not bear to imagine the consequences.

Sighing, she comforted Gwen for a few moments before hanging up. Putting away her phone, she turned and saw Joshua standing in the near distance, a smile hanging from the corners of his lips as he looked at her. “It seems like both you and Gwen didn’t know Ben is the groom.“

Luna pursed her lips, only just realizing why Joshua asked her whether she came to cause trouble the moment he saw her outside. She sucked in a deep breath. “Gwen and the bride have been virtual friends for years, she never knew what the bride looked like, so she asked me to attend the wedding on her behalf. But we never expected… ”

Joshua smiled faintly. ”So what do you plan to do?”

do , I’ll take a few photos and crop the groom out

one of them would be about him. Since they had been divorced for so long, she should let go of the past. What was the point in causing trouble on Ben’s wedding day? Otherwise, the public

to say something when his phone rang. He smiled apologetically at her and then turned to

name that appeared on the screen was Alice. Her eyes turned cold. Sucking in a deep breath, she raised her legs and entered the wedding

, there was a delicately wrapped small box that read, ‘To:

game. This must be the present that the clan member prepared for her. After hesitating for a moment, she took out her phone and sent him a message.

his reply. (Sorry,

time. Can I

(Of course.]

dressed in the red outfit of a female warrior, her character in the game. The doll looked quite old and aged, but it was still clean, as if it had been sealed shut since it was made. He must have prepared it years ago,

could not help but laugh out loud. He looked like a solemn guy, she never thought he