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

welled up in Julius’s

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mom would never treat me like this! You’re not

with a reprimand. He

deep breath, trying to calm the situation. “Your mom just lost her memory. She doesn’t remember you right now, but

fought to hold back his sobs, but the tears

and confusion, making him look so

quickly suppressed the feeling.

breath and looked at them both coolly. “So, what’s it going to be? Are you paying me or not? If not,

a cold glance, he transferred one

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

did solve

stood up, glanced around, and then moved to the kitchen. After a quick scan of the ingredients,

My Mom

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couple of simple dishes.

she was done. She

removed her apron and returned

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

a word, he walked straight

up to

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

Mom