All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 631 - Chapter 640

A gunshot rang out, followed by an eerie silence. Charlotte stared at Ava in astonishment, slowly turning around as her watch vibrated. She lowered her head to check; her life indicator remained lit.In stark contrast, the girl across from them, glancing at the bullet wound on her chest, let out a frustrated scream."Lottie, get over here quickly!" Ava shouted.Charlotte snapped back to her senses and swiftly moved. Those girls wouldn't dare to budge if she didn't make a run for it.The gunshot had come from the mall's escalator.Charlotte and Ava looked up to see a young man in a leather jacket and sunglasses leaning on the handrail and glancing in their direction."Brayden! You've got the wrong person!" the girl who had been shot pouted and protested.The man on the escalator raised his gun, aiming towards them, and took out her companion as well."Brayden!" she screamed, and the man aimed at another one of her companions."Brayden, don't shoot! We're leaving now!"The targ

Griffith observed Charlotte's approach outside the store, clearly noting her stiff posture and pale complexion. Raising an eyebrow, he began to walk toward her. However, Charlotte widened her eyes and gestured "no" with her hand. He halted momentarily, then abruptly shifted his gaze to something behind her.Charlotte was on the brink of exiting the store when she caught a glint of cold light in the mirror.Before she could process what was happening, she shouted, "Griffith! Be careful!"Gunshots rang out, distinct from the sounds of simulated firearms. Amid the chaos, the mirror shattered, its glass fragments covering the floor, leaving Charlotte to protectively clutch her head.A firm grip seized her arm, pulling her away from the shards of glass. Another gunshot echoed, and a figure tumbled from the stairs, staining the floor with crimson.Charlotte was overcome with fear, trembling uncontrollably, and could only hug herself. It wasn't until Griffith called her name that she loo

"Do you know each other?" Charlotte asked in surprise."We're somewhat acquainted," he replied.Amid their conversation, Charlotte got a clear view of Brayden's condition. He seemed to have been shot in the leg. Although he had been given first aid, he was still losing a significant amount of blood, and his face looked extremely pale.With great difficulty, Brayden opened his eyes and noticed Griffith. He gasped for breath and said, "Someone's nearby.""How do you know?" Griffith asked."The watch..." Brayden, who looked like he was on his deathbed, caught sight of the red light flashing on Charlotte's distant wristwatch with a glance. He frowned and said, "How unlucky. I thought someone was coming to rescue me, but it was the Grim Reaper."Upon hearing this, Charlotte asked, "What do you mean?"Griffith was more perceptive than her, realizing that the wristwatch was for location tracking. He and Charlotte were likely on the hit list as well. Their proximity meant that the assas

As Charlotte felt her body being pushed against the wall, her chest vibrated with each heartbeat. Griffith, holding her chin, kissed her forcefully, his breath dominating as it forced its way into her mouth. It was more intense than the previous one."Mmm..."Her eyes widened, and instinctively, she raised her hand, attempting to push his shoulders away. However, it was futile.His tongue entangled with hers before stirring around her mouth, and then he lightly bit her. He only allowed her brief intervals to catch her breath, ensuring she had enough air before pressing his lips against hers again. He tasted the surface first, then pushed against her teeth to delve deeper.Griffith! This scoundrel!As Charlotte was kissed thoroughly, she hit his shoulders in annoyance and panic. They were in a dangerous situation, yet he was playing around.If the assassins caught up and shot them, they would be killed. The assassins could kill them both with one shot, saving ammunition.Thinking

"Urfff!"Her mouth was covered, and the air filled with the taste of blood. Ava's body tensed as she realized Brayden's bloodied hand covered her mouth. She quickly removed his grip.Wasn't he dead?"Don't... make noise," Brayden whispered weakly.Was she the one making noise? She was on the verge of peeing herself. In all her life, the worst she had encountered was workplace malice. She had never witnessed such killings. It was insane.Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. She instinctively stiffened, unable to make any sound. Someone was coming.Brayden struggled and placed the gun by her hand. When she panicked and tried to hide, he held her down. Who knew where he got the strength.But in the next second, the force on her hand disappeared. The gun slipped down. Wide-eyed, she caught the gun just as it fell on her leg and gripped it with both hands.Brayden was unconscious, his breath hitting her neck, almost fading away. Ava bit her lip and gathered her resolve. She held