Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 190 A Visit To Her Mother's Grave

The rain fell down and the wind blew, catching hair, raincoats, anything it could. The yellow leaves on the ground were covered in raindrops, but the air was as fresh as ever.

Standing alone beside the tombstone, Anne looked at the young smiling face in the photo and her spirits sank.

"Mom, you know what? No matter how long you have left, I won't feel scared if I hold your memory in my heart."

With a gentle smile, Anne reached out her hand to touch the photo.

"But Eddy's sick. I don't know if you can hear me, but can you protect him and help him get better? That's really the only problem I have."

She squatted down and stared at the tombstone, her hands weak.

The rain stopped for a moment, and sun began to break through the clouds. Soon enough, the rain started up again. She opened the umbrella and prepared to leave the cemetery. She stopped when she heard a hesitant voice.

"Miss Anne?" Turning her head to figure out who it was, she got a nice surprise.

It was the man who saved her a few days ago. "Hello," she said.

"Here to see someone important?" Mark asked.

Anne nodded. "What about you?"

"A friend of my dad's. My father's busy, so he asked me to come see him." He smiled gently.

"Okay."

"I don't know if you remember me. Mark Mu. Nice to meet you." Mark recalled when he met Anne last time, she had been lost in thought. They hadn't had much of a chance to talk.

"I don't mean to get too personal, Mr. Mu, but how do you know Trey?" asked Anne. The question had been bugging her for a while. "He's my brother, but we couldn't be more different." He paused, trying to figure how to explain.

"Trey always puts his career first. I don't like to be tied down. So my family says he's the good son, and I'm the one who can't be tamed," Mark explained. But Anne had a different take on it.

She liked Mark a lot more than Trey.

"Opinions are like belly buttons. Everyone has one. If you'll excuse me, I have things to do." After saying that, Anne started to walk away.

But Mark stopped her, trying to continue their conversation. "Miss Anne, you seem to have something on your mind. Just tell me. Maybe I could help."

His voice was sincere. Anne stopped and turned around. She said indifferently, "No one can solve my problem. Mr. Mark, I'm sorry. You're a good guy, but I don't know you well."

He stared at her. The transparent umbrella was wet, and he could see her damp hair through it, though it was quite blurry. She looked like a haunted soul.

He was considerate, so he didn't want to get too personal. "It's raining, and the road's pretty slick. Be careful, Miss Anne."

In the East Mountain Villa.

It was drizzling on the mountain. The yellow grass and trees swayed in the wind. But around the East Mountain Villa, there were juniper, cedar, and willow trees, carefully selected for their hardiness in the

wintertime. They all swayed together, yellow and green mixing in subservience to the wind.

The taxi stopped some distance away from the door. Anne walked to the villa slowly. The door was ajar, and Kevin wasn't back yet. She could see Emily through the window. Emily held the baby, adult and child. Those two had bonded quickly. Anne smiled bitterly.

"Hi Anne, back already?" Emily asked. She was surprised to see her so soon.

"I took long enough. Has he been a good boy?" she asked, touching Edward's face.

"Of course he was. You can ask him if you don't believe me."

Emily turned to Edward and her eyes became gentle. Chatting with a child really made her feel innocent and carefree.

"So tell your mom, Eddy. Were you a good boy today?" With these words, Emily rubbed against Edward's face.

"Emm," Edward uttered, lowering his head as if he was nodding.

"Did you see that?" Emily said proudly.

"I'll take care of Eddy now," Anne said. "Take a break, and rest up." she added.

"No, I'm not tired. I like staying with him. He is just the cutest," Emily said, looking up at Anne with smile.

"You should probably head back home. You only have a couple more days off. You need to get ready to take over the family business. Might as well get used to it now." Anne was getting serious.

"It doesn't matter. My father's still pretty healthy." Emily pretended not to care.

"Eddy and I will be fine. And I'll keep you in the loop, too. Just focus on yourself. Don't make me worry."

"All right," Emily agreed dejectedly.

"Ah! Good! You're all here." It was Kevin, just walking in the door.

He was as impressive as ever. A silver gray tailored suit adorned his svelte frame, and he still wore that indifferent expression. No matter what, he was perfect and ruthless.

"Yes, Mr. Kevin," Emily answered quickly. She was scared of him. He was an animal when enraged.

But Anne didn't say a word and walked back to the bedroom, Edward in her arms.

Afraid that Kevin would be angry, Emily immediately explained, "Mr. Kevin, I'm sorry. Anne's in a bad mood, so she ignored you. Don't be angry."

Her careful tone made Kevin smile bitterly.

Emily hadn't been here for months, so she didn't know what had happened recently. She didn't appreciate his love for Anne. However, it also proved that he had gone too far as far as Anne was concerned. Even her assistant wanted to protect her. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

He didn't say anything, which frightened Emily even more.

She lowered her head to avoid looking at Kevin, fearing she might say something to implicate Anne.

"I think you need to go home," Kevin said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kevin. I hope I didn't say anything wrong. This is all me. Don't blame Anne. She doesn't know anything about it."

Emily's words always reminded Kevin of what had happened before. Suddenly, he was a little annoyed, as if he wanted to avoid it. "I told you to go. I'm not going to repeat myself."

"Okay." Knowing that he was angry, Emily had to take off.

The bedroom door was ajar, and the temperature outside was the same as inside. But Kevin felt warm when he put his hand a few centimeters away from the door.

He moved his fingers, but stopped short of pushing the door open.

But that was what Anne did, pulling the door open. When she saw Kevin, she was surprised at first, and then regained her composure in a heartbeat.

"I said it before and I'll say it again. I'll stay with you. I swear." Kevin was so excited. He had to convince Anne of this.

He had always been arrogant, now he was afraid. What Anne said next was like a dagger plunged into his heart.

"Didn't I tell you I don't want to talk to you? Focus on your kid. Don't waste your time on pointless gestures. I can't forgive you,"

Anne said each word firmly. Her emotionless eyes made Kevin's blood freeze in his veins.

After she finished speaking, she closed the door. Kevin felt it was less like a door and more like an impassable wall, keeping the two of them apart.

The night was tortuously long. Few lights were on in the city, as if they were laughing at lonely hearts.

The sun rose early, but it couldn't banish the icy chill in the air.

"Waah..." Anne suddenly sat up, awakened by the baby's cry. He waved his little hands.

"What's wrong with you, Eddy?" When she took him into her arms, she found the little guy was inconsolable.

She looked at her watch and figured out what was going on.

"Oh my God! It's already eight o'clock. Eddy hadn't been fed for a while. I wonder how long he's been hungry." She patted Edward's little face lovingly and stood up to prepare the formula for him.

Edward's eyes kept following Anne, almost like he knew who was closest to him.

When Anne went to get the baby formula, she saw that someone had bought a new can. There was a note on it.

"This brand is better for the baby's health. From now on, use this one." The sharp lines on it were quite impressive. It was obvious that Kevin wrote the note.

She took the note off and stared at it blankly for a long time.

In the end, she tore the note into pieces. She didn't want another reminder that Kevin was still around. She got that quite enough from living there.

However, she still used the new formula like Kevin wanted.

When she put the nipple of the bottle into Edward's mouth, the baby suddenly smiled like a sunny day.

In AN Group, the office was filled with all kinds of documents, and Kevin had accumulated a huge pile.

The curtains were pulled open, and the warm sun shone in. The huge French window lit up the place, but Kevin sat there, chilled to the bone.

"Take a break, Mr. Kevin. This is enough work for the next ten days," Daniel ventured cautiously. An arctic glare was all he got in response.

"Get out," Kevin said coldly.

Daniel was taken aback. He knew what would happen if he disobeyed Kevin, but wasn't the man acting strangely?

"I see. But I'm serious. Don't work yourself to death. You need to negotiate a contract with the L Group in three days. It's a big contract and you can't screw this up."

Kevin raised his head from the light. His deep eyes were a masterpiece from God.

"You don't believe me?" Kevin asked uncaringly.

"No, I'm good. I'm going downstairs." After saying that, Daniel hurried out, not wanting to meet Kevin's threatening glare.

There was no one else in the office now. Kevin opened the document and quickly skimmed it. He became famous at the age of seventeen, and he had his own way to deal with the documents.

In just an hour, he had gone through half of it.

But because of his laser focus he felt a headache coming on. Finally, he stopped to make coffee and rubbed his aching temples.

He had been battling for control, trying to think of anything but Anne. But he kept replaying that scene in his mind. She told him she'd never forgive him.

He had made a huge concession, but Anne didn't need him anymore. He couldn't concentrate on anything but her.

It hurt when he thought of Anne, but he had to, because he couldn't control himself.