All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 741 - Chapter 750

"You're staying across from my house?!" she exclaimed."Is that a crime? Ash arranged it randomly; it just happened to be across from your house." He was clearly making excuses.Charlotte gritted her teeth, feeling so annoyed that she contemplated asking him to return the meal box.Griffith quickly hung up the phone, clutching the precious meal box. The villa might not be perfect, but he couldn't be bothered by that now. He switched on the lights, washed his hands, and settled onto the sofa.As he opened the meal box, the aroma of meatballs wafted toward him. He took a bite.It was too salty.His eyebrows furrowed, but he continued eating.A dozen meatballs were not enough to satisfy his hunger.He devoured them in one go but had no desire to eat anything else, despite the stocked refrigerator.He leaned back on the sofa, taking a deep breath.His gaze drifted towards the window, and the lights in the small yard across remained on.Upon his arrival, he had noticed that this

Surrounded by a crowd, Charlotte couldn't help but be concerned about leaving Julie alone. She decided to accompany her and find Ash first.Upon reaching the restaurant, the VIP area was relatively empty. A table by the window was occupied by Griffith and Ash, who were sitting across from each other, accompanied by two executives. Charlotte hesitated to join Griffith for lunch, considering she was attending Professor Camon's classes. However, Julie had already guided her to sit next to Griffith without much consideration.As soon as she took her seat, Charlotte felt numerous eyes on her. Ash introduced her to the two executives. Before he could speak further, he exchanged a glance with Griffith. Charlotte discreetly cleared her throat and glanced at Ash as well.Ash raised an eyebrow and proceeded to introduce Charlotte to the two executives, saying, "Gentlemen, this is Ms. Scott, a good friend of Mr. Wilson."Charlotte sat up straight, offering a polite smile to the executives, wh

"What's your favorite fruit?" he suddenly said.Charlotte began counting on her fingers, ready to list her favorite fruits for him. Then, she remembered that she was supposed to be surveying him."Don't distract me.""Oh.""Do you prefer sunny or cloudy weather?" she continued."Sunny," he answered but couldn't help but ask, "What kind of survey is this? The questions are all over the place.""It's a comprehensive survey. It judges your personality based on your preferences and then analyzes your artistic preferences," she explained.Griffith shook his head.She considered taking out a few songs and asking him to choose the one he liked best."Countryside or city?""City.""Retro or modern?""Modern.""Living in a community or being solitary?""Does a married couple count as living in a community?"Charlotte looked at him, then said, "Never mind, let's skip this question."She lowered her head and moved on to the next question directly."Do you like men or women?"Gri

Charlotte clicked her tongue and shook his hand off her wrist. "Don't keep repeating yourself." She acted as if she had just shared some earth-shattering revelation. She glanced up at Griffith, who was still studying her with intensity. Unable to find the right words, she decided to make her exit."I'm heading back now. Get some rest."Griffith restrained his turbulent emotions and found himself subconsciously following her steps.Charlotte glanced back at him. "No need to walk me back."Surprisingly, Griffith actually halted in his tracks after she said this.She walked out of his villa and returned to her small yard, which was only a few steps away. Upon entering her living room and turning on the lights, she noticed Griffith still standing in his own living room. She shrugged and dismissed his presence.Suddenly, she felt a wet sensation below. She checked the calendar and realized she was on her period. She rummaged through her luggage but couldn't find any sanitary pads. Giv

Charlotte wasn't in the mood for jokes. She was terrified and just wanted to return to her residence as quickly as possible. Even while holding Griffith's hand, she couldn't shake off the feeling that a ghost might suddenly appear.Just as this thought crossed her mind, Griffith wrapped his arms around her from behind."There's nothing to be afraid of; it's just a few tombstones," he reassured her.Charlotte clutched his shirt, realizing only then that she was short of breath. "Let's hurry and leave," she said.As she regained her composure, a mix of fear and anger washed over her. Susan had failed to mention anything about the graveyard when renting the courtyard to her."I'm checking out tomorrow!" she declared flusteredly."You're only renting until the day after tomorrow. What's there to check out?" Griffith said."It's a graveyard!"Upon reaching the yard gate, she hurriedly entered. Griffith followed her into the house. Witnessing her rummaging through her suitcase and