All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Director Peter Nielsen spoke up. "Simon, your father agreed to this marriage with Michelle. You can't just back out of it. It's improper."Others chimed in as well.Simon sneered and said, "That woman is capable of harming her own nephew and sister-in-law. What's stopping her from doing the same to her husband? If I were to upset her someday, she might come at me with a knife in the middle of the night. Who would give me justice then?"Mariah gritted her teeth.Mr. Lewis frowned. "That's quite an extreme conclusion to jump to.""If you're not afraid, Mr. Nielsen, why don't you marry her to your son?" Simon said.Mr. Nielsen was momentarily at a loss for words. In truth, if this had happened a day before, he would have been delighted. But things were different now, especially when he thought about Michelle's malicious expression when she pushed Charlotte down the flight of stairs. That woman was ruthless.He had only two sons. If she went after them, he would be devastated. Never

Frightened by Mariah's outburst, Michelle couldn't help but burst into tears. Mariah grew frustrated and promptly had her escorted back to her room.As they descended to the ground floor, Charlotte expected Griffith to set her down. To her surprise, he continued carrying her past Simon, who responded with a small chuckle. Startled, Charlotte instinctively turned her head to glance back. Simon winked at her.Before she could react, a cold voice whispered in her ear, "If you don't want me to put you down right now, keep your eyes in check."Charlotte blinked, quickly turned her head forward, and mechanically offered a smile.Soon, Francine sent someone to catch up with them and insist they stay at the old mansion."We have everything we need at our mansion," Charlotte said, declining.Her injuries were not that severe. Returning to Griffith's mansion would afford her more freedom to move about, while staying at the old mansion felt confining due to the crowd. After the butler inter

On a tranquil afternoon, Charlotte relaxed on the sofa, sipping her juice and relishing the sound of Griffith kneading dough in the kitchen. The rhythmic thud of his hands on the flour was more soothing to her than the most enchanting symphony. She turned her head and spotted the typically stern-looking man, now sporting an apron, his hands dusted in flour, glancing in her direction.With sympathy in her gaze, she inquired, "Griffith, what's the matter? Are you tired?"In her left hand, she held a handkerchief, as if preparing to get off the couch to wipe his sweat, but her right hand discreetly reached for her phone. The phone, left behind by Francine upon her departure, contained only one number. Francine had said that if she dialed it, she would come immediately.Griffith snorted coldly and responded irritably, "Stay where you are."Charlotte concealed her delight and reclined on the couch once more, nibbling on a peach. She cast a sidelong glance at the kitchen and then cleared

Charlotte counted on her fingers."Not too many, since I feel sorry for you. I don't want you to stay in the pond for too long," she said.The next moment, she extended both of her hands."Let's go with ten, okay?"Griffith quipped, "Should I thank your mom for only giving you ten fingers?"Charlotte adjusted the blanket, put on a sweet smile, and lay down. "I'll be waiting for you."Hearing this, Griffith snorted. He walked out of the tent, and Charlotte felt a bit stuffy inside. She had her attendants carry her outside. Saying that she should take extra care to stay warm after a miscarriage, the servants wrapped her up tightly in a blanket.Before Griffith got into the water, he saw the bundle on the shore, wrapped up like a little old lady. Charlotte waited until the servants left, then sneakily pulled out something from her chest pocket and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.Speechless, Griffith surveyed the surroundings to make sure only his people were watching, and then

After dinner, the playful banter ceased for a while. Shouts from outside were followed by an abrupt silence.A servant who had come from the main residence informed them, "It's Miss Michelle; she's been taken away in a car."Charlotte was surprised. She didn't expect Francine to act so quickly. She had mentioned kicking Michelle out and did it that same day.She was curious about Frank's lack of reaction. He hadn't even made a phone call. His calmness in this situation was somewhat unnerving.Just as she was pondering this, Griffith's phone, placed on the coffee table, started vibrating repeatedly. She glanced at it but couldn't see who was calling. Then, she suddenly thought of Katie.Katie hadn't made a single move since the miscarriage incident. Charlotte wondered if Katie was secretly gloating, believing she had used Michelle to harm her child, or if Katie had already seen through everything and suspected that Charlotte faked the pregnancy.However, none of that mattered anym