All Chapters of Pursuing My EX Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lilian descended the stairs slowly, her hand brushing against the smooth wooden railing. The sound of muffled voices from the living room reached her ears, sparking her curiosity. She hesitated at the bottom step, tilting her head slightly as she tried to discern who her father was talking to. When she stepped into the living room, she paused, surprised to find her dad sitting with another man she didn’t recognize.Her eyes flicked between the two, and her brow furrowed. Who’s this? she wondered. Her father wasn’t exactly the most sociable person. In fact, he barely interacted with others outside their family. The idea of him befriending someone so quickly—especially since it hadn’t even been a week since he’d returned home—seemed odd.“Dad,” Lilian called, her voice breaking the quiet hum of their conversation. She smiled as she spoke, her tone warm and familiar.Francis looked up, his expression betraying a mix of surprise and amusement. “Oh, Lilian. You’re home?” he asked, clearly

Marcus nodded, barely acknowledging the item Mrs. Thompson had suggested. His focus remained glued to his phone, his thumb moving in a rhythmic pattern as he scrolled. The faint glow from the screen illuminated his face, highlighting his disinterest.Mrs. Thompson sighed, her lips curving slightly upward into a knowing smile. “Let’s take it,” she said, her voice brisk but decisive as she turned to her daughter, Lily.“Okay, Mom,” Lily replied obediently, adjusting the strap of her purse.They didn’t head to the cashier immediately. Instead, they wandered the aisles a bit longer, their steps leisurely as they perused the shelves. The mall’s ambiance was lively yet refined, with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional ding of registers creating a backdrop of familiarity. Shoppers moved with purpose, some clutching baskets overflowing with items, while others strolled with less urgency, seemingly enjoying the experience.Eventually, Mrs. Thompson and Lily made their way to the c

The question caught everyone off guard. Mrs. Thompson turned to Grandpa with a cautious, observant look, trying to gauge his mood before responding.“Grandpa, this is her,” Mrs. Thompson said, pointing at Lily with a forced smile.Grandpa Thompson’s sharp, scrutinizing gaze shifted to Lily. His eyes raked over her from head to toe, lingering long enough to make her visibly uncomfortable. Lily froze under his stare, unable to move or even look away. Her wide, fearful eyes mirrored the storm of emotions raging inside her.“You think you can fool me with a substitute?” Grandpa finally snapped, his authoritative tone cutting through the tense atmosphere. “I want to see your wife! Not a stand-in!”Despite his age, his voice carried the same commanding presence it likely had decades ago, and the room seemed to shrink under the weight of his words.Lily clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her face flushed with anger. I’m not a substitute, she thought bitterly. Lilian is t

Grandpa accepted the gift with feigned reluctance. “What is it?” he asked, his tone gruff as he unwrapped the package. But the sternness in his voice softened when he saw what lay inside—a beautifully crafted vintage pipe, one that matched the collection he cherished. For a fleeting moment, his lips twitched, almost forming a smile.“She’s thoughtful, isn’t she, Grandpa?” Mrs. Thompson asked, a sly smile playing on her lips. She knew her father-in-law well. This was precisely the kind of gift that could soften his otherwise rigid demeanor, especially toward Lily, whom he had been so skeptical about.Grandpa grunted, his pride keeping him from showing too much appreciation. “Just because of this doesn’t mean I’ll accept her,” he muttered, his tone flat. Yet, anyone watching closely could see the subtle shift in his expression. It lacked the harshness he had displayed earlier when Lily had been introduced to him.The room fell into a comfortable silence until the maid entered, her postu

Everything had been going smoothly for Lilian. Her brothers had taken charge of all the party preparations, leaving her with only one job: to rest at home. Though she felt restless, wanting to contribute, they were adamant. “Just relax, Lilian,” they insisted. “You’ve been working too hard. Let us handle this.”With no choice but to follow their instructions, Lilian spent her time reading, watching TV, and trying to enjoy the rare chance to slow down. It wasn’t easy for her, though. She loved being hands-on, and sitting idle felt unnatural.That morning, as the sunlight streamed through the curtains, Lilian walked into the living room. The house was quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves outside. She immediately noticed her dad sitting on the couch, a cup of coffee in his hand, his face relaxed and thoughtful.“Good morning, Dad,” Lilian greeted, her voice light and cheerful. A smile spread across her face as she stepped closer.Her dad looked up at her, his expression softening.