All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The drizzle became slightly heavier. Charlotte returned to her car to fetch some sausages to feed the dog. After several trips back and forth, her coat was covered in droplets. The old dog, Spike, remembered her house and walked her back. When they reached the door, he only left after seeing her open it.Charlotte felt a bit disappointed. She had finally encountered a familiar dog. The lock on the door of the old courtyard had been changed this year, and it was easy to open. As she entered, she switched on the lights. Fortunately, everything was still intact.The sun lamp her grandfather had installed years ago still hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire courtyard at night. However, with age, it had lost some of its luster. She lifted her head, and sure enough, the old berry tree was laden with ripe fruit in shades of purple and red, looking incredibly tempting.Feeling her heart warm, she ignored the rain and went to open the door of the main hall. The room was pitch-black

Charlotte had just turned the corner when Ash approached, holding a bag."I'm heading down the mountain now," she said.Ash handed her the bag and gestured towards the first room to the east, saying, "Go change your clothes in there."Charlotte opened the bag and guessed they were Julie's clothes. She glanced back at him.Ash said, "I'll talk to young master and buy you some time."Charlotte found it somewhat amusing. Did Ash think she was scared of Griffith? Frankly, she wasn't afraid. She was just caught in an awkward situation. She responded to his words and thanked him. Following Ash's indication, she found the room.Opening the door, she found a tidy single room. Worried about running into Griffith again, she hastened her actions. After Ash said he would look for her outside the room, he headed to the kitchen.Griffith had a lot of pent-up frustration from the previous night, so he decided to change into fresh clothes. Of course, he entered his room without knocking. Charlo

People lined up to get their bowls of pasta. Charlotte observed that everyone was quite conservative, trying to take as little as possible. The kind priest was the sneakiest of them all. He only took a single scoop of pasta and even pinched the only piece of vegetable.As a newcomer, Charlotte was seated next to Griffith. After all, she was Mrs. Griffith. She held her bowl and waited obediently. Only when everyone had already started eating did she pick up her spoon. Before taking a bite, she was very cautious, but she was still surprised when she tasted the pasta.It was so salty!She endured the discomfort and swallowed it down. When she looked up again, she saw that everyone had the same expressions, their cheeks taut and eyes hollow; they ate in large mouthfuls.It was clear they had experience. She sighed and asked Griffith, "Have you ever eaten this dish?"Griffith lit a cigarette and gave her a disdainful look. "Am I a guest?"Charlotte rephrased, "Have you tried it before

The clergy gave everyone a lit candle before the service began. Charlotte sat beside Griffith, the candle illuminating their dark eyes. She glanced at Griffith, who remained expressionless. Charlotte dared not let out a breath. The memorial hall was filled with flower arrangements and floral wreaths with a card on them. There was a particular flower arrangement that stood out among the rest in terms of its size. Charlotte guessed it might be from Katie. From the look of it, everyone, including Griffith's childhood friends and close acquaintances, knew it was the anniversary of his mother's passing.Even Charlotte's eldest cousin-sister, Madeline, who was overseas, had still offered a fresh floral wreath early that morning. Undoubtedly, it had been the same for the past three years.By comparison, Charlotte felt like an outsider, just like Griffith had been to her.After this would be dinner, followed by a nighttime commemorative event. They would have to attend them all. Back in t

The day was overcast, and it was ever gloomy outside. Charlotte made dinner before the night fell. She did not know how the nighttime commemorative service would go; it would probably be a long night for them.After dinner, Charlotte was called to the front of the main hall to light more candles. The temperature on the mountain was low, so the hall full of candles kept her fairly warm. She had to tiptoe to reach the candles on the higher end of the altar. Suddenly, she felt a tug in one of her calves, startling her. It was an early sign of cramps.She stepped back and bumped into Griffith. Turning her head, she met his gaze."Move.""I'm lighting the candles.""Can't you light the ones over there?"She shrugged and stepped aside.Griffith lit the remaining candles with ease. His face was cool, and the sea of candles highlighted the flames in his eyes. Even when he frowned, he didn't look as fierce. Charlotte sat at a nearby bench and stretched her legs a bit. She looked in Griff