All Chapters of Pursuing My EX Wife: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Lilian’s eyes darkened ever so slightly as she listened to Raymond’s casual inquiry. In that moment, her carefully composed mask of ease cracked—a subtle frown playing at the corners of her mouth. Raymond, ever observant, immediately noticed the shift. Flashing a warm, reassuring smile, he said, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it. I was just curious—that’s all.” His tone was gentle, meant to soothe, yet Lilian’s silence spoke volumes. There was a guardedness in her that hinted at burdens unspoken and a life lived in constant responsibility.For a while, the space between them stretched into a silence that felt both heavy and awkward. The hum of conversation from neighboring tables and the soft clinking of silverware filled the void, but nothing could dispel the tension that had suddenly descended on their small corner of the restaurant. Just then, the waitress reappeared with their orders. Her careful, measured steps and polite smile seemed to momentarily lift the oppress

Marcus saw that Noah had stopped and turned his head. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Then, recognition flickered across Noah’s face, and his lips stretched into a slow, knowing grin.“Ohhh, I know you,” Noah said, his voice carrying a slur, amusement dancing in his eyes.Marcus frowned. Something about this encounter felt off. He studied Noah carefully, noting the lazy way he leaned against the bar counter, his drink dangling loosely in one hand. Was he drunk? That would explain the odd way he was looking at him.Marcus had expected indifference, maybe even mild irritation—not this unsettling amusement.“You know me?” Marcus asked, pointing at himself.Noah nodded. “You’re the guy who always disturbs my little sister,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Marcus exhaled sharply, finally understanding what was happening. Noah had clearly been drinking. And yet, even in his drunken state, he was still sharp—still completely aware of what he

Moses walked into the company building with an urgency that made the receptionist sit up straight. She blinked in surprise—she hadn’t seen him here in ages. Ever since Moses had stopped coming to the office regularly, his appearances had become rare, almost nonexistent. To see him now, walking in with such a determined expression, left her momentarily speechless.Quickly regaining her composure, she stood up from her desk. “Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted, her tone cautious yet polite.But Moses didn’t respond. He brushed past her as if he hadn’t even heard her voice. His intense expression and hurried steps suggested something serious was going on. The receptionist watched, puzzled, as he headed straight for the elevators and stepped inside.“What could’ve happened?” she murmured, watching the elevator doors close. He looked so worried. But whatever it was, it clearly wasn’t her business, so she sat back down and returned to her tasks.Upstairs, the elevator dinged softly as Moses

Lilian hadn’t gone to the company in days. She stayed home, consumed by emotions she couldn’t quite understand or control. The smallest things made her anxious. Every time Matt left her sight, her heart would start to race, and her mind would conjure the worst scenarios. She tried to hide it, but her panic was always evident.Her brothers, Noah, Franklin, and Moses, stayed close, trying to comfort her whenever they could. But it was clear to everyone in the house that Lilian’s silence weighed heavily on them. Gabriel, her father, was especially worried. He had seen Lilian strong and confident in the past, so this sudden vulnerability scared him. He felt powerless watching his daughter struggle, and he didn’t know how to help her.That morning, Gabriel and his sons gathered in the living room. The air was heavy with unspoken concerns. The usually lively house was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional creak of a chair or the ticking of the clock on the wall. No one sa

Lilian arrived home later than usual, the weight of her day evident in her slightly tired expression. She had stayed back at the office, determined to finish the stack of files that had been sitting on her desk for too long.As she stepped into the living room, the soft glow of the lights made the space feel warm and welcoming. Noah looked up from where he was sitting, immediately smiling when he saw her. “You’re back,” he said, his tone cheerful at first, though his smile soon faded into a concerned frown. “How was work? And why are you so late?”He was the only one in the living room, and the absence of the usual chatter made the house feel quieter than normal.Lilian offered him a tired but genuine smile. “It’s been a while since I was at the office, so I took the opportunity to finish up some pending work,” she explained, setting her bag down on the nearest chair.Noah nodded in understanding. “Where’s everyone?” she asked, glancing around as if expecting someone to suddenly appea