Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 304

The place was enveloped in a pleasant warmth.

Playful banter filled the air as Anne and Kevin poked fun at Sam and Emily. Even Eddy and Sally joined in with their own witty remarks. It was rare for the East Mountain Villa to be so full of life.

It was as if Kevin was once again learning to smile after knowing nothing but coldness for the past two years. His smile and laughter grew more and more frequent as the hours passed.

After dinner, they maids served some cut-up fruits for dessert. It was already late, but they had barely noticed the pass of time as their conversations deepened into the night.

They were still enjoying each other's company when Emily said, "It's time for us to go back, Anne."

She snuck a furtive wink at Sam and squeezed his hand lightly. Kevin and Anne had just been reunited after being apart for such a long time. Emily wanted to give them their space.

Sam quickly picked up on her intentions and nodded, "It's way past bedtime for the children too. We'll go ahead and let you rest."

"Are you two lovebirds in such a hurry to have your date?" Anne said. Her face was a little flushed from drinking a few glasses of wine, and her voice had a lilt to it as she spoke. "I still have a lot to say to Emily. Can't I borrow your girlfriend for a while?"

"Anne," Emily chastised her lightly. She was used to Anne's antics, but she felt a little embarrassed, and frankly a little sorry for Kevin. "Why do you always make fun of me? You and Mr. Kevin haven't seen each other in a long time. I think the two of you have more things to talk about."

"Emily is right," Kevin, who had been silent, answered. He turned to Anne with an almost cold expression and continued, "I'm sure you will have plenty of time to catch up. I also have a lot to talk about with you."

"You... But we aren't..." Anne began to protest.

But before she could finish her words, the sound of the doorbell rang across the room.

"I'll get it!"

Eddy jumped up excitedly and rushed towards door.

"Dad!" His voice floated from the end of the hall. "Grandma is here!"

It was Selma.

At the mention of her name, an uneasiness settled upon Anne. Two years ago, Selma had welcomed her and treated her well, but Anne was only too aware that it was because she was pregnant with Kevin's child. A lot could have changed in the long stretch of her absence, and Anne had no idea what Selma thought of her now.

Still, it would be common courtesy to see her, now that she had come here.

Kevin was taken aback by his mother's sudden appearance as well. He knew that Selma had been out on a business trip. She shouldn't have been back for another three to five days, but here she was now.

Anne recovered quickly and stood up, going by herself to the door to greet Selma. The others naturally followed her to the porch.

"Mom, I thought your trip would take a few more days," Kevin said. A frown creased on his forehead as he watched Selma, who was dragging her suitcase. "You should have told me you were coming back sooner. I would have sent someone to pick you up."

"Send someone to pick me up?"

Selma scoffed, eyeing Anne from head to toe as she stood next to Kevin.

She did not bother with pleasantries, nor did she try to hide her distaste. Her sharp eyes raked over Anne's figure. Anne could almost feel the cold graze of her glare. She had an inkling that her sudden arrival had something to do with her own return, and that Kevin and the others had been caught in the crossfire of her anger.

She did not expect to be treated warmly—she knew that she and Selma were cordial at best. Still, where was all this animosity coming from? Shouldn't it be a happy occasion that Anne had come back with Sally?

Was she still holding a grudge over what happened with Rose?

Anne masked her expression with calmness and greeted her as if nothing was amiss,

"Mom."

She then tugged at Sally, who was timidly hiding behind Kevin. "Sally, call her grandma," she said.

Sally didn't like the fierce-looking woman in front of her, but she obeyed her mother's words. "Hello, Grandma," she said in a small voice.

Kevin's eyes shifted from Anne to his mother.

He could not decipher his own mother's anger. Sally did as she was told and greeted her obediently. What else was there to be upset about?

As he mulled this over, his eyes met Anne's and he saw her eyes mirror the confusion in his own.

"Who are you calling your grandma?"

Selma answered sternly, her voice devoid of any warmth. Sally shrank back behind Anne, frightened by the older woman's unwelcoming gaze.

"I don't know you, nor where you came from. So let me ask you instead. What is a stranger like you doing here, staying comfortably at my son's house?"

Selma crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at Sally, almost as if she was inspecting a defective purchase.

"Mom, how could you say that? Sally is my daughter and your granddaughter!" Kevin said, stepping between Sally and her mother's cold gaze.

"Kevin, you are a fool!" Selma shouted angrily. "Do you know what the papers are saying? Just take a look in the internet. Your name is plastered everywhere! Go out and see what the media outside are talking about. 'CEO of AN Group: Raising a Kept Woman’s Child.' Do you really think you are still a happy family? And how could you just take her word for it, huh? Think about it clearly. This woman disappeared for two years and suddenly brought a child back. How can you even be sure that she's yours? Who knows what she could have been doing from wherever she came from?"

The rising voices alarmed Sally and she burst into tears from the thick tension in the room.

"Grandma, how could you say that about my sister?"

Eddy said, stepping forward protectively at the sight of his sister’s tear-streaked face.

"Eddy, you're still a kid. Stay out of this. You don't understand." Selma pulled Eddy forcefully to her side and said, "That girl is not your sister!"

"Mom."

Anne had reached the end of her tether. She could stand here all day and listen to Selma curse at her and call her whatever name she saw fit, but it was a different matter altogether if her children were involved. She could not just stand back and keep on listening to her attack her daughter. Her fists shook as she controlled her anger.

If anything, she was the victim here. Why was Selma speaking as if she had been the one wronged? She could have looked past the fact that Selma was slandering her to her face, but she had spoken carelessly about her children. That was something she could never let go.

In the midst of the roiling waves of her anger, another thought came to her. Who was spreading these rumors? It had already been two years since she had disappeared. She should have already been yesterday’s news.