Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Kabanata 721 - Kabanata 730

Griffith left the kitchen. Charlotte took a moment to compose herself before leaving the kitchen with a glass of tonic in her hand.In the living room, he sat on the sofa, and Charlotte chose the carpet. She liked sitting cross-legged on the rug, which allowed her to be close to the coffee table. After drinking half of the tonic, she pushed her glass toward Griffith."This is yours. Finish it, no leftovers," she said.Griffith picked up the glass, drank half of it, and then set it down.Charlotte leaned over, clicked her tongue, and said, "Didn't I tell you to finish it?"Griffith ignored her and started playing with a plate of dried fruits on the table. Charlotte reached out and pinched his ear. "Can't you hear me?"Griffith stopped and looked at her for a moment."Finish the rest," she said.Griffith obediently picked up the glass and finished the remaining tonic.Charlotte played with his ear and said, "You only behave after receiving a good scolding."Griffith retaliated

Charlotte swallowed, asking him, "So, when was it?""The day you hit me on the head."Charlotte took a sharp breath, sitting up from his embrace and leaning against the office desk. Griffith continued to gaze at her."You remember?" Charlotte couldn't believe it."Do you think hitting me made me lose my memory?"Charlotte was speechless. That was her third time meeting him, but in his memory, it might be the first.The first time she saw him was in the Scott family garden when they were all young. Her parents were still around, and he was one of many who came to the Scott family mansion to attend Madeline's birthday banquet. In passing, she only remembered that he was good-looking.The second time was in the Wilson family mansion, where she saw him in a destitute state late at night.The third time was the most thrilling. That year, she was a senior in high school, a time of anxiety and tension. During the break, she stayed in the small library in the Scott family. Coincidental

Originally, there was a noticeable distance between them. Charlotte stood on the chair, making sure not to touch Griffith. Suddenly, he moved forward, supporting her waist, causing her feet to press against him in an awkward position. She quickly retreated.Their eyes met. She nervously swallowed and, after a while, licked her lips, raised her chin, and said, "It’s okay for you to like me."He looked at her.After all the hardships she had endured over the years, Charlotte finally had the chance for a comeback. She intentionally provoked him, saying, "Anyway, I don't have any feelings for you."As soon as she finished speaking, the man's expression noticeably shifted. She felt a bit nervous, fearing she had gone too far. After all, this guy wasn't one to be trifled with; he could play along when he chose to, but he could bite back anytime.Unexpectedly, Griffith only paused for a few seconds before returning to his usual expression. After contemplating for a moment, he looked up a

When her feet touched the ground, Charlotte's legs felt weak, almost causing her to lose balance.Griffith hugged her waist, looked down at her, and said seriously, "It's been too long. I guess you’re not used to it."She shot him a glare and retorted, "You're no better!"Without engaging in an argument, he simply reached for the camera at his side. Wordlessly, he snapped a picture of her before she could shield her face, and the camera was back in his hands."Take a look at yourself."Huh? Charlotte felt puzzled. She lowered her head and instantly blushed upon seeing the photo. Her hair was disheveled, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and her cheeks bore a rosy hue, reminiscent of someone who had just been passionately loved.Actions did speak louder than words, huh?She bit her lip."Griffith!"The man turned to meet her gaze."Behaving like this won't make me like you." Charlotte playfully poked his chest.Griffith fell silent for a moment. He nodded, opened the

It was near dawn.After the thorough shower, Charlotte felt completely exhausted. She sat on the edge of the bed, draped in a towel, while Griffith stood behind her, blow-drying her hair. He wielded the blow-dryer with impressive speed, almost as if he wished to transform it into a microwave, drying Charlotte in an instant.With closed eyes, she felt his fingers weaving through her hair, conveying a sense of impatience. She curved her lips, choosing not to expose him.It didn't matter. She would just let him get excited. Whether they did it or not in the end was up to her.Midway, she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. There were only a few hours left; she needed to conserve her energy.First, she needed to coax him to sleep. She needed to create a nice dream for him, and then, she would leave.Just as she was thinking, the sound of the blow-dryer stopped. Griffith turned around, tossed the hairdryer into a drawer, and quickly returned. Walking to the bedside,