All Chapters of Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

HANDSOME STRANGER... Watching my junior, standing proudly was the hardest thing till now. That bloody woman! What does she think, losing my memory means losing manly abilities too? Or did she just take revenge? Otherwise, she was simply a fool! First, she acted too innocent as if she had no idea how things work between men and women, and then went on her knees right in front of me with her innocent beauty and sinful lips, pulling my trousers! Then crushing those butter balls on my chest, and expecting me to not grow on her? What does she think of me? A Saint? Thanks to that nurse, or else I would have died with her torturous actions. Sigh... That woman was playing with my self-control. Hopefully, I did not make a mistake by keeping her here. Taking my time to calm down, I cleaned myself and waited for some time before hopping outside. As soon as I stepped out, I watched her staring at some things. Sharply noticing, I realised those things were mine. She was somewhat engrossed i

MAEVE LILY... I hastily entered the hospital lobby and found Dr. Cane in the reception area. "Doc! How is grandma now?!" "Miss Lily, I am sorry for bringing you here like this. But it was urgent." While talking to my impatient state, he walked me to Grandma's ward. "Her condition is worsening and this time surgery is inevitable. Maximum a week, then she needed to undergo the valve replacement." My heart tightened at his words. I tried to enter her ward, but Doctor Cane stopped me. "Miss Lily, you can't get inside now. She is under observation for 24 hours. You can see her tomorrow if everything is fine." I paused and only watched her through the glass view. She was lying like a lifeless figure. It's painful for me to see her this way and do nothing. "H-ow much will cost in surgery?" I muttered out the question, knowing whatever the amount was, I could not cover it in one pay. Still hoped. "Around 170 thousand..." And the last bit of my hope was shattered. No words came out of m

MAEVE LILY... We came out of the hospital. As expected, all the eyes were on us. Specifically, on the hot specimen beside me! Although I am a reporter, I am not familiar with this situation. I am used to putting people in the limelight and not being in that place. I looked at the man at the corner of my eyes. He seemed unbothered by random glances in his way. Could it be I was right about his modelling career? Well, just a little time and I would be free anyway.I walked toward my car. However, he paused. When I looked behind, he was staring at the car with a visible frown. "What happened now?" "Didn't realise your car is cheaper than these clothes." His words were sarcastic and yeah, enough to turn me mad. I have cared a lot for my baby. Although it's cheap, still works the same as luxury ones. Suppressing my anger inside I forced a smile at him. "Well, you're free to leave alone then. Hope your 'posh' taste will land you somewhere special." Saying, I entered my car. If he does

MAEVE LILY... "Theo..." My tongue rolled against my will. I wanted to get close to him but stopped in the next second, "What are you doing here?" His tone filled with abhor. I looked back at those brown orbs. His icy gaze shook me from the inside. The disdain he has for me still hurts like the first time. Years passed and my softness toward him never decreased though he hates me now. But he wasn't like this from the beginning. We used to be friends during our childhood. The first time I stepped into this mansion, I was alone, distant from my father. Other people ignored my existence. However, Theodore didn't. He came to me, played with me, and soon became my only wish. All I wanted was to be with him. Love knocked on my broken heart expectedly and I began to dream to fly with him. Then a day came. A very unexpected and unpleasant day in my life when my dreams shattered in pieces. He came in front of me holding hands with Alyssa. Alyssa, my stepsister. A year younger than me. Or

LEO... I paced in her little apartment. Off-white walls, a queen-sized bed that made a squicky sound once you got in. An unmatched couch. A little fridge and beside it a little kitchen space. A stuffy room with lethargic decor sense, much less a woman's room. It seemed she rarely came here or was too careless to care about these things. Slumping on the couch, I glanced again at the little clock on the east-side wall. Probably the only thing that was placed carefully on the off-white wall. It's past Midnight and she is still not here. Where on earth did she go at this hour? Boyfriend? My brow arched at the thought, yet the idea immediately hushed away. She didn't seem to be one with a Boyfriend, especially the way she behaved so naive around men. I could be wrong, but my senses didn't disappear with my memory, so...Where she could go then? My thoughts were crumbling with no satisfying answer. And much more exhausting was I was too bored to even think of a stranger and her whereabo