Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Edward nodded, thinking to himself, it was luck he did not say anything bad.

Irene realized what Edward was worried about. She twitched her lips. "Edward, what are you afraid of?" She rolled her eyes and stuck out a finger. "Are you afraid that Mama might say something bad about your childhood in front of me?"

Edward walked over, held her outstretched finger, and gently placed it in his hand. Then he turned and put his arm around Irene's waist. "What can I do? I am not afraid of my mother's words, am I right, mamma?" Then he turned again and looked at Claudia with a serious and confident expression.

"Stop bickering. Your grandmother is waiting for us. Let's go and eat!" Claudia was very happy because her son was happy. She knew that Edward had rarely been loved by his parents since he was a child. Now that he had someone he liked and who liked him, she felt a little comforted.

...

In the dining room.

The four of them had a good time. Cameron had brought his illegitimate son Eric back into the Wilson family and even let him join the company, so Madeline was mad to him and had not let Cameron come to her house. Besides, Claudia was here. They were going to be embarrassed to see each other.

After dinner, they cahtted in the living room. Irene drank some fruit wine which was not too strong. Since she didn't drink often, she still  felt dizzy and leaned on Edward like docile a cat.

Madeline and Claudia were both smart people. Madeline spoke first, "Irene is already asleep. Why don't you sleep here today?"

Edward touched Irene's babyish cheek. "I'd better go back home, I can not sleep well on a new bed!" he said to Madeline and Claudia, but his eyes still glared at Irene gentlely.

Madeline and Claudia had never seen such a gentle look. Of course, they know it was not Edward who recognize the bed. At a guess, Irene was the one who recognized the bed. He was afraid she would not be able to sleep on an unfamiliar bed.

Madeline took a deep breath, thinking that she could finally be reassured. Seeing thid couple loved each other deeply, she was relieved. "Alright, then, I won't stop you here.Drive safe. By the way, take these grapes with you. Irene likes sour grapes."

Edward nodded, and then gently picked up Irene in his arms and drove home.

...

The Jones family.

angrily. "Tristan, what's going on here? Why are the people you

finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. He wiped his hair as well as talked on the phone. When he saw it was Beth, he hung up the

"You asked that person to take her to a hotel? What did you think? Just find a random place and handle the sl*t, Why did you go

with fierceness and hatred. Because of Edward, his business

could no longer bear the hatred. She didn't want to see her loved

opened the door and saw Sofia walking

out, she walked over

in no mood to talk to this woman now. Besides, her tone became

Irene? Did you do it?" Sofia was not stupid, she knew that the thing had happened that day was not simple. She knew that Beth wouldn't had let her daughter leave easily

"What do you mean? Aunt Sofia, you saw that I did not do anything to her before she had left ." After,Beth turned on her high

...

sound, murmured, "It's good that it's not you. It's

...

already returned to her bedroom. She had a slight headache, probably

It was

a little and recalled what had happened that day. "What do you

a long silence, Irene finally lost her patience. She rubbed the space between her eyebrows

finally talked "I just wants to know if anything happened to you that day." Maybe it was an illusion,

other end of the phone care about her? That woman always only cares about herself,

by someone with a knife?" Irene did not say the rest of

anything. "I... Irene, I did not know Beth would send someone to hurt you. I thought..." Sofia had never thought Beth

Why did Beth show mercy to me?" Had she forgotten what Beth had done to

gnat, but Irene felt like every word she

always been heartless to me. Compared to what you have done in the past, you were not really vicious that day. The

daughter before. She feared that if she thought about it, she would not never forgive herself, she could no longer live a

"Mama, what am I to you? I used to not understand, but later I found out that