All Chapters of Pursuing My EX Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lilian sat comfortably on the couch in the living room, scrolling through her phone with a relaxed expression. The house was peaceful, the soft hum of the air conditioner blending with the quiet sounds of the afternoon. It was one of those rare moments when everything seemed to be in place. Her mind wandered briefly to the events of the day, but the tranquility was broken when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps.It was Matt, her young son, bounding into the room with the energy that only a child could muster. His face was lit with excitement, a wide grin spreading across his features.Lilian raised an eyebrow as she saw him approaching. “You’re done with your school assignment?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and playful suspicion.Matt nodded confidently, his chest puffed out slightly as if he had just accomplished something monumental. “Yes, I’m done,” he said, a smug smile creeping across his face.Lilian couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his display but didn’t hide

Silas glanced at Matt, who sat quietly among the group of chatting adults. “Young man,” he said kindly, “are you not bored sitting here with us old folks? Why don’t you go inside and play with the other kids? They’re just in the living room.”Matt shook his head politely, but before he could respond, Gabriel patted his hand and spoke gently. “You can go, Matt. It’s okay.”Matt hesitated briefly, then nodded. Rising from his seat, he walked toward the house.Inside, the living room buzzed with energy. A group of children laughed and played together, their voices blending into a happy cacophony. When Matt entered, the lively chatter stopped, and all eyes turned toward him. The kids froze in curiosity, their movements halting as they took in the unfamiliar face.They stared at Matt, their expressions ranging from curiosity to cautious interest. It was clear this was their first time meeting him. Despite the attention, Matt remained calm, his face betraying no emotion. Without a word, he

“That’s good! Do you want to go again next time?” Lilian asked Matt, leaning closer to catch his reaction. Her face lit up with anticipation as she awaited his answer. This was the first time her son had openly expressed enjoying the company of other children, and it was a moment she wanted to savor.“Yes!” Matt exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy.Lilian’s heart swelled with happiness. It wasn’t always easy to get Matt to engage with others, and hearing him so excited about his day felt like a small victory. She pulled him into a gentle hug and kissed the top of his head.“I’m so glad you had fun, sweetheart. We can go back anytime you want,” she said warmly, her voice soft and reassuring.Matt nodded eagerly, his face beaming.“Are you hungry? I’ll make dinner for you,” Lilian added, brushing his hair back from his forehead.“Okay, Mom,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of eagerness.Lilian helped him lie down on the couch, fluffing a pillow under his head to make him more c

“You…” Mrs. Thompson stammered, her face paling as she stared at the man standing at the door.“Hello, Mrs. Thompson. Long time no see,” the man said calmly, offering a small wave and a polite smile.“What are you doing here?” Mrs. Thompson demanded, her brows furrowing in irritation.“I’m here for the introduction you’re hosting,” the man replied smoothly, his innocent smile doing little to ease the tension that had suddenly filled the space.Mrs. Thompson’s jaw tightened, and she shifted her gaze toward the maid who was still standing by the door. “You can leave now. I’ll take it from here,” she instructed coldly.“Yes, madam,” the maid responded with a slight bow before retreating hastily, clearly sensing the brewing storm in the room.Mrs. Thompson stepped closer to the man, her voice dropping an octave as she demanded, “Don’t give me that nonsense. Nobody invited you here! What are you doing at my house?”The man didn’t flinch. Instead, his smile remained steady, unperturbed by h

“That’s right,” Isabella muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.Marcus’s frown deepened as he studied her. She was acting strangely—stranger than usual—and it was making him uneasy. He hated feeling unsure about anything, let alone when it involved his mother. What was going on with her?“Mom? Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked cautiously, his tone laced with genuine concern. His mother had always been strong, almost unshakable. Seeing her like this—distracted, nervous—was unnerving.“I’m fine,” Isabella said quickly, but her tone was clipped and unconvincing. She avoided his gaze, her eyes darting around the room like she was searching for an escape route.Marcus folded his arms across his chest, his unease growing by the second. “Fine” wasn’t an answer he could believe right now. He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t ignore how agitated she seemed.Before he could press further, Isabella finally looked at him, her expression sharp but strangely vulnerable. “We n