All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Boom!A thunderous clap of thunder shook the room, jolting Charlotte awake. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. Rain poured outside, and the room was filled with the sound of the downpour. She swallowed hard and felt a moment of dizziness before it passed. As she tried to turn over, she felt resistance on her back. She furrowed her brow and, turning around, was startled.Griffith lay quietly beside her, his eyes closed in a deep sleep. When had he come in? Worried about waking him, she tried to sit up carefully.Suddenly, another loud clap of thunder reverberated, fierce and relentless. She instinctively huddled, waiting for the storm to pass before she dared to move. Glancing at Griffith, she found him unresponsive. She could see his long eyelashes as she was so close to him. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then became confused. Was he sleeping soundly? It shouldn't be.Previously, he had complained about the noise at the mansion and had all the dogs removed from the pre

Time flew by. Julie insisted on staying up with Brother Griffith for the whole night but soon found her eyelids drooping. She ended up dozing off, leaning against Ash."Take her to bed," Griffith said. Ash nodded and carefully carried her out of the meditation room.Now, only Charlotte and Griffith remained in the room. It wasn't exactly quiet, as chanting from the main hall could still be heard faintly.Charlotte cleared the table and took her phone out, sitting there silent. They remained like that for a while.After some time, a young priest approached Griffith, carrying a pot of violets and asking how to handle it. Hearing this, Charlotte sat up straight. These violets were cut from her grandfather's garden, so she didn't want them to be mistreated.Griffith glanced at her and thought for a moment before saying, "Plant them near the mourning hall.""Alright." The priest left with the violets.Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped her fingers, finding the atmosphere

"You consider this being friendly?" "Yeah.""Raising chickens at home, fooling around outside, then coming back home and letting the chickens peck at me and crow in the middle of the night. When you're not happy, you have your brother nag me incessantly." He listed out her recent misdeeds one by one, leaving nothing out. "You call this… friendly?"Charlotte was about to respond, but he continued, "You don't need to be friendly to me. As you said yesterday, we'll live our lives separately."This was a taunt. He had a mischievous look in his eyes, waiting for her to come up with a retort.Charlotte pursed her lips and said, "I misunderstood you yesterday; I didn't know what William had done. I thought you were targeting him because of Katie.""But in your eyes, I'm quite dignified. Why would I engage in such petty play?"Charlotte remained silent. After going around in circles, he had gained the upper hand in the argument again. She sighed. "I'm the petty one here.""This sent

Charlotte was about to educate the kids about speaking responsibly when they heard a shout from the head priest outside, calling the kids by their Christian names.Adam's cheeks puffed out with fear, and Jean became silent, clearly anxious.Charlotte noticed their anxiety and hurriedly whispered, "Quick, hide your things."The two kids moved swiftly, stuffing all their divination tools under the table.The head priest arrived at the door and, noticing Griffith inside, adopted a more respectful attitude. "Mr. Wilson, we must go to the memorial hall to offer our flowers."Griffith acknowledged him. The head priest nodded at Charlotte and then started to lecture the two kids.Worried that the kids might get punished, Charlotte explained that she had called them in for a talk and tried to plead for them. Turning her head, she noticed that Griffith was looking at her."Do you believe in tarot card readings?" she asked.Griffith tidied his clothes, responding, "More than your words."

Approaching midnight, as they walked from the kitchen to the meditation room, the dim light made it look like they were following ghostly flames.Charlotte stuck close to Griffith the entire way, growing nervous whenever he slowed down even slightly. She felt a sense of safety only when they reached the meditation room, like returning to their headquarters."I have two types of eye drops. Which one do you want?" she asked."Whichever." Griffith didn't have the patience to choose; he sat on the bed, ready to be attended to.Charlotte checked the eye drops' labels and chose one. She approached him.She examined his eyes and said, "You must have offended the Yellow Deity, or else it wouldn't be this serious."Griffith replied, "The young priest said you're a bane of my existence. Maybe your nearness makes the malevolent energy too strong."Charlotte fell silent. She didn't want to give him the eye drops anymore."Hurry up," he urged.Charlotte sighed inwardly and took a step forw