Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 37 You’re Not My Mom

“Alright, one meal for a million dollars.”

Arthur’s brows furrowed at her words. “What’s with you? Are you just after money? You’re Julius‘ mother.”

Charlotte blinked innocently. “But I don’t remember that. To me, you’re just strangers. And when I cook for strangers, I expect to get paid. I don’t work for free.”

Arthur’s frustration was evident, the muscles in his forehead twitching with anger. He could almost feel his blood boiling.

How did she become so sharp–tongued?

One sentence from her was enough to make him want to strangle her.

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Julius, sitting quietly nearby, pouted. His big eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he stared at her. She seemed like a complete stranger to him.

“You’re not my mom,” he said suddenly, his voice soft and hoarse, his gaze never leaving her.

Charlotte froze for a second, then said coldly, “What, just because I’m not blindly devoted, you don’t want me to be your mom? Well, it looks like you’re the one who doesn’t want me around. Fine, I’ll gladly step aside. Let your dad sign the divorce papers, and I’ll be gone for good.”

Once that paper was signed, she would disappear from their lives forever.

Not My Mom

in Julius’s

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My mom would never treat me like this! You’re

reprimand. He felt his

situation. “Your mom just lost her

fought to hold back his sobs, but the

was a mix of hurt and confusion, making him look so vulnerable that Charlotte’s heart clenched, though

quickly suppressed the feeling.

you paying me or not? If not, we can sign the divorce papers now. If neither works for you, I have

cold glance, he transferred one million dollars to

the payment notification, and she had a satisfied smile. Her mood instantly

did

then moved to the kitchen. After a quick scan of the ingredients, she

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couple of simple dishes.

was done. She clapped her

removed her apron and returned to

narrowed when he saw the simple salad on the table. He tugged at his collar, irritation clearly

a word, he walked

stood up to distance

didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes darkened with anger

Mom