Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 1398

Malcolm turned his wheelchair around and stared at Luna’s retreating figure, then lifted his hand to summon a nearby waiter. “Keep an eye on her.“

Tonight, Luna was to be his woman, his fiancée!

At the end of the hallway on the second floor was a balcony.

Luna went out onto the balcony and let the night breeze gently graze her face. She told herself repeatedly not to give in.

Joshua was not worth her forgiving and continuous sacrifice!

“You’re here,“ a female voice suddenly rang out from behind her, pulling Luna’s mind back to reality. Why did this voice…sound familiar?

Luna turned around, frowning.

Behind her was a woman dressed entirely in red. It was Bonnie, whom she had not seen in a long time.

At this moment, Bonnie was leaning against the railing, a cigarette pressed between her lips. She gave Luna a once-over and said, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you look so beautiful.“

delighted to see her. “ What

rolled her eyes at her. “Didn’t I already send you a message? I came to Merchant City to find

breathed out a puff of smoke as she leaned against the railing. “It’s been strange, though. I’ve tracked down every single old, fat, and ugly man in this city,

had lied to me, so I told my men to beat her up in Banyan City, but she’s still adamant that my son was taken away to

should broaden my search and

and she put out her cigarette.

that, she turned and glanced at Luna. “What about you? It’s only been a few days since I last saw

happened between you

while before replying, “ It’s a long story.

him plenty of time, but now, he’s taken me for granted, and I’m tired

her brows upon hearing this. “ What’s wrong

taken Luna for granted? Was she

loved her so much that he was even willing to

something when suddenly, the communication device she kept on her started

Malcolm, looking for

take care of, so I’ll have to go now. Let’s meet up again after

turned and was about

to stare at Luna’s retreating figure and finally could not help asking, “Are you