Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 194



Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Invitations Declined

Anastasia had done everything she should and didn't want to get involved with Christian too much.

Julian paused and answered, "It's okay."

He couldn't do anything, even if it was not.

Christian looked at her silently, feeling more and more upset.

He had been waiting here for Anastasia for two hours, and obviously, she went to have dinner with Jaxon. He got inexplicably irritated.

But thinking about Anastasia's grievances that afternoon, Christian didn't mind waiting.

She must felt bad. And Christian became even more worried about her.

The anger pent up in his heart was also blown away.

Christian thought, "It's because she loves me so much that she went shopping to relax after she quarreled with Lamia! "She was just pretending to be strong. | knew it all in my heart.

“Otherwise, she wouldn't have come here without changing her clothes.

"Jaxon, that hateful jerk, is taking advantage of this situation!"

As he thought about it, he stood up with a gentle and pure aura, looking at her deeply, and said, "Of course, | don't mind, as long as you enjoyed your meal.”

Christian decided to have fondue with Anastasia next time.

Julian looked at Christian in surprise and wondered, "It was so evident that he had the wish to kill someone. How did he change so quickly?

For such a fickle man, it would be better for Anastasia to stay away!" Julian coughed. He changed his mind and chose to stay. Julian called on her, "Come on, here's the contract, and the lawyer has already checked for us. Please sign here, Ms. Graves!"

Anastasia glanced at Christian and walked over with an indifferent expression. She took a look at the document. There was indeed no change, except that the amount in the figure doubled.

Although she had no idea what he was up to, she'd love to get more money.

She bowed her head and signed, then put the pen aside casually and said, "Contract signed, chairman. I'd like to be excused if you don't have any further questions."

Julian nodded in satisfaction and waved. "Sure, off you go."

Christian's complexion turned cold, and he took the opportunity to ask, "How about going for dinner together? As a celebration?" Anastasia frowned. "I just ate. I'm full."

Julian nodded. "That's right, Mr. Patterson. Well, | didn't. Let's go together."

Christian's eyes narrowed, and he immediately changed his words. "Shall we go to the movies then?"

Anastasia glared at him indifferently and answered without any emotion, "No, I'm not interested."

Julian followed immediately, "Mr. Patterson, I'll watch movies with you. | love watching movies!"

Anastasia smiled and clapped her hands sarcastically, and said, "That's awesome. Have a great night."

She then turned and left as she spoke.

It was none of her business anyways.

Christian stared at Julian with complicated emotions.

He hesitated and then declined, "Forget about the dinner and movies. | have something important to work on. Excuse me." Julian followed him to the door and asked, "Mr. Patterson, so soon? How about we can go to the concert together!" Hearing this, Christian walked even faster...

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It had not a single shit to do with him, whether she kept it clean or not.


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