All Chapters of Pursuing My EX Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lilian and Noah walked into the dimly lit bar, the chatter of patrons and the faint clinking of glasses filling the air. The siblings had left their house without informing their older brother, Moses, who would undoubtedly disapprove if he knew where they were.Lilian had taken extra care to disguise herself. She wore an oversized black shirt and baggy trousers, her hair tied up neatly in a way that concealed its length. Her androgynous outfit, coupled with her posture, made her look convincingly masculine. If someone didn’t study her closely, they wouldn’t think twice about assuming she was a man.As they entered, Lilian choose a seat near her brother, easing into it with deliberate nonchalance. The room smelled of beer and roasted peanuts, and dim yellow lights cast a warm glow on the polished wooden tables.A cheerful waitress approached them, her lips curving into a friendly smile.“Hello, gentlemen. What can I get you tonight?” she asked, her tone casual but polite. She glanced a

Lilian walked back into the bar, her steps steady despite the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. She returned to the table where Noah sat waiting for her. His sharp gaze immediately scanned her face.“Did something happen?” he asked, his tone filled with concern.Lilian shook her head, forcing a small smile. She didn’t want him worrying about her more than he already did. “Nothing. I’m fine,” she said, keeping her voice light. “Let’s go.”Noah didn’t look convinced, but he nodded, standing up without argument. Together, they left the bar and stepped into the car. As they drove away, the night air was silent except for the hum of the engine.Noah glanced at her again, his worry evident. “Are you sure? Did something happen in the restroom?”Lilian sighed, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. “No, nothing happened,” she said, her voice calm now that she had composed herself. “Why do you keep asking?”Noah studied her for a moment but chose not to press further. “No reason,” he

Mrs. Thompson frowned deeply when she heard this. “Moses?” she asked Lily, her voice laced with suspicion.“Well…” Lily trailed off, glancing toward where Lilian was seated. Her eyes studied the man sitting with Lilian and the boy.Mrs. Thompson followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow when she saw someone entirely different. “Who is that? She’s dating this one too?” Mrs. Thompson asked, her voice raised slightly in disbelief.Lily shook her head quickly. “I don’t think so. It might just be business,” she replied, trying to sound calm, though her uncertainty was evident.Mrs. Thompson scoffed, her lips tightening. “Business? Look at the way they’re sitting together, so close. You’re far too naive if you think there’s nothing more to this,” she said, her tone firm.“Well… maybe,” Lily conceded softly, glancing away to avoid her mother-in-law’s piercing gaze.Mrs. Thompson’s friends, noticing the exchange, turned their attention toward Lilian’s table. One of the women leaned closer, her

Marcus sat at his desk, the hum of the air conditioning blending with the faint rustling of papers as he sifted through a stack of documents. His office was quiet, save for the occasional creak of his chair or the soft scratch of a pen. The silence suited him. Work had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could focus and leave the noise of the outside world behind.Then, a knock interrupted his thoughts.His brows furrowed. He wasn’t expecting anyone. “Come in,” he said, his voice steady, though a hint of annoyance crept in.The door opened, and in walked Mrs. Thompson. Her presence instantly made Marcus straighten in his chair.“Mom?” he said, standing as she approached.She smiled warmly, holding out a bowl wrapped in a pristine white napkin. “I brought you some soup. You need to take care of yourself, Marcus. Drink it while it’s still hot.”Marcus sighed but accepted the bowl. He motioned to the couch. “Have a seat.”Mrs. Thompson settled onto the plush sofa with the grace o

Marcus walked into his house and flicked on the light switch. The soft hum of the bulbs filled the silence as he stood still for a moment, scanning the room. Slowly, he walked toward the couch and sank into it, exhaling deeply.Ringgggg.The sudden shrill of his phone startled him. He reached into his pocket, retrieved the device, and glanced at the screen. The name “Aunty Clara” flashed across it.He hesitated for a second before answering.“Hello, Aunty,” he said, his voice respectful but curious.“I’m at your gate,” Clara’s voice came through, calm but direct.Marcus blinked, confusion creasing his forehead. “My gate?” he asked, needing to confirm he’d heard her right.“Yes,” she replied. “Come and open up.”Marcus stood abruptly, the surprise evident on his face. Without another word, he ended the call and walked briskly out of the house. As he opened the gate and peered outside, his disbelief turned to certainty. Clara stood there, looking as composed as ever.“Are you not happy