My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 761 - チャプター 770

After they had set up their tent, night began to fall. The two of them decided to cook inside their makeshift room and get ready for some stargazing. They prepared a simple meal of Austran-style grilled sausages and meat stew.Charlotte ran out to visit the neighbors, and when she came back, she proudly showed something to Griffith. It was a mini harmonica."This was given to me by the kid next door," she said, chin raised in pride."Beautiful people always get special treatment," Griffith remarked.Charlotte found his words rather flattering. She moved closer to him, leaned in, and whispered, "You certainly have a way with words."Griffith looked at her.She smirked. "Within a short time, you learned to speak both human language and nonsense. I'm a bit scared."Griffith fell silent."Hey, can you play it?" she asked.She was half behind him and reached forward, holding out the tiny harmonica for him."Yes," he replied."Huh?" Charlotte was pleasantly surprised and handed hi

"With Jude leading the way, business in Novamerica quickly took off, and we set up factories, expanding our operations. In Eropia, a few friends and I identified emerging industries and invested in them. We even ventured into the stock market, participating in a few financial battles where insider information led to immense profits."Inside their small tent, Charlotte, munching on her candy, couldn't help but feel like she was inside a typical male protagonist's power fantasy novel. Her eyes darted rapidly, absorbing the knowledge being shared.Griffith found her fascination amusing and teased, "I've given you the roadmap to wealth. When do you plan on getting rich?"Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Forget it. Where am I supposed to find pocket money of five or six million?"This capitalistic society seemed designed for the rich to get richer."Later, after you had money and returned to Mainland, did you kick your dad out?" she asked, studying him closely."He was still wealthier than

Which man could tolerate being called 'not up to par'? If it weren't for the inconvenient setting, Griffith would have pulled her aside to clarify whether he met her expectations or not.Charlotte was well aware that this conversation was teetering on the edge of risky, so she made a swift exit. They had access to a communal bathhouse at the camping site, and she dragged Griffith along. The sight that greeted them there was so unappealing that Charlotte decided she'd rather forgo bathing altogether.Griffith remained composed, informing her that they had cleaning supplies in the car, enough to last the night. Luckily, they had spent most of the day inside the car, so they hadn't sweated much.Charlotte climbed into the car's tailgate and made a makeshift dry wash for herself, while Griffith stood outside the tent. After Griffith came in to change clothes, she sat casually next to him, munching on seeds, appraising his muscles.Initially nimble, Griffith slowed down his movements af

As Griffith arrived at the pharmacy, he received a call from Charlotte."Hurry back!" Her voice carried a hint of complaint, her command sounding more like scolding or as if she had endured some great injustice.Griffith thought something might have happened to her and asked earnestly, "What's wrong?""Your bodyguard is utterly useless! He scared me half to death." Charlotte was sulking. Apparently, a while ago, some animal had bumped the car's wheel, and a bodyguard, concerned that she might be frightened, had approached to inquire about the situation."He even asked if I was okay. When I saw that bodyguard’s face, I was speechless!"It was the middle of the night, and hearing her vivid description, Griffith couldn't help but relax his expression."How much longer until you come back?" she asked.Even over the phone, Griffith could sense her reluctance as she spoke."Soon."On the other end, she huffed but didn't hang up the phone. The pharmacy wasn't far away, and Griffith d

Men could be a handful when they got cheeky, especially someone like Griffith. Him sharing his fantasies with such candor felt as bold as him reclining calmly on his cushion and indulging in self-gratification while looking at her."A friend of mine once gave me a box of toys," he said.Charlotte's entire body tensed, goosebumps prickling her arms. Clenching her legs tightly, she listened closely when he mentioned toys, slightly diverting her attention. Unexpectedly, his empty hand sneaked around from behind and covered her mouth."There was something inside that can completely stuff your… You wouldn’t be able to make any sounds."Charlotte shut her eyes. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Her face flushed with warmth, and she removed his hand with a soft, muttered protest, "Pervert."Griffith didn't attempt to deny it. "I kept a whole box of them hidden in the study.""And you have the nerve to call it a study? You've stashed all kinds of dirty things in there!""Yes,