Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 947

Hearing Joshua’s words, Luna, who had been pretending to be drunk, stiffened immediately.

Why would he say such things to her…in such a sweet and loving tone? Why would he say that his words hurt her too much?

So…John was right?

He knew that she was right beside Jude, that’s why he would say such cruel things over the phone, right?

At this thought, Luna narrowed her eyes and continued pretending to be drunk as she studied his sharp and defined jaw.

She remembered the first time he held her in this position was the day he brought her to see his family. Back then, to reject the marriage that his family arranged for him, to not marry Hailey Walter, he agreed to marry her instead.

He brought her to Banyan City, to the Lynch family home, and announced in front of his grandmother and his father, Adrian Lynch, that he was going to marry her.

“Be it her looks, her capabilities or her family background, this woman is not worthy of you! We disagree! “

“Exactly, Joshua, even if you don’t want to marry Hailey, you should find a wife who is compatible with you, right? This woman is nothing, why would you marry her?“

That said, Luna endured curses and harsh words that she had never endured before.

her in his arms, and announced arrogantly that he was determined to marry her. He even said that

heaved her up in his arms princess-style, in exactly the same position as the one he held her in right now, and

edges of his jawline, his sharp and shapely features, and

dreams could she predict everything that happened

held in the arms in the exact

of her right now overlapped with the one that she fell

on his handsome face. He still looked clean and arrogant, his features sharp and

slammed to a halt at the feeling of

he reached out and held her small hand, lowering it beside her

her lips, took advantage of her feigned state of inebriation

his jaw softly again. “I want

her hand back

Once, twice, three times.

he stopped struggling and allowed her drunken little hands to rub and

tell the truth, he did not mind her touching him. But he was worried that… Every single time her hands touched him, he had to suppress his

he quickened his footsteps. If she continued her reckless actions, sooner or later

the black Masevati

door to the

touch ignited the fire in him. Initially, he intended to throw her into the backseat and calm himself down in the passenger seat but unexpectedly, the moment he wanted