Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 90

When Anne got downstairs, Kevin was still there, but Cherry was not.

She glanced at him indifferently. Then, she walked past him and prepared to leave.

She couldn't help feeling angry when she thought of what Kevin and Cherry just did.

"Stop!" Kevin's cold voice wormed its way into earshot. He stood up and strode towards her. "Where are you going?" Suppressing her anger, Anne turned her head and fixed him with an icy glare.

"Out for a walk."

"I'll go with you!" It was not a request. It was a statement. Kevin's face was cheerless and his words were even more domineering than usual.

"No, thanks. You should spend more time with Cherry," she replied in a chilly tone. And with that, she left the villa.

When Kevin looked at the woman walking away from him, his face darkened, his black eyes filled with anger.

This damn woman refused him again!

Anne came to the street Ryan talked about. They often played there when they were young.

More than ten years had passed, but the street was still the same as always.

The gates of memory were thrown wide. She smiled as she remembered happier times. She lost herself in reverie, in treats and toys and the sound of children laughing.

"Do you remember this place? A voice pulled her back to reality. It was gentle, pleasant. It was Ryan. "We came here a lot when we were kids," he added. Anne turned in the direction of the voice.

His handsome face was so close to her. His eyes were tender, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was even more so.

For a moment, Anne was daydreaming. When she realized what was going on, she took a couple steps back. But the pregnant woman was heedless of the stairs behind her and lost her balance.

"Ah..." At the thought of the baby she carried, panic flashed through her eyes.

"Watch out!" Ryan's voice reached her ears, and the next second, she was in his arms.

Anne buried her face in Ryan's chest. Being this close to him, she thought she could hear his heart beating.

"You are still as careless as ever." Ryan held her in his arms, an affectionate smile on his handsome face.

She was still the same as when she was a child.

Hearing his voice, Anne broke free from his arms in a hurry. She felt more than a little awkward.

"Thank you..."

she said in a small voice, with a trace of blush. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous. Maybe it was because she hadn't been that close to him before.

Nearby, in a pure black Ferrari, Kevin looked at the two joylessly. Their intimate behavior and Anne's shyness stung his heart.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his fingertips began to turn white from the strain.

"So formal, Anne! I think I liked you better when we were kids. You didn't used to worry about being polite."

Ryan felt that there was a rift that had grown between them. He wasn't happy about that.

"Ryan, I..." She stumbled over her words, not sure what to say next.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Let's get some seafood chow mein! You still like that, right?" Without giving her a chance to answer, Ryan took her hand and led her towards the shop.

Anne didn't like how close he was. She wanted to get rid of Ryan, but he held her hand more tightly when she tried to slip away. So she could only let him hold her hand.

"This is the place. I remember you told me you liked looking out the window."

Ryan took Anne to the table they used to sit at. He pointed towards the window, tenderness in his black eyes.

"Do you remember everything about us?"

Anne smiled. She was moved. He did remember. Memories of a simpler time.

"I'll hold those memories of us in my heart forever." His voice was mellow and soothing, but also bewitching. He was smooth and magnetic.

Anne was amazed for a moment. She didn't know what to say to that.

The waiter brought two bowls of noodles and placed them in front of the two.

"Ah, here we are. Dig in. Does it taste the same as when you were a kid?" As if he had noticed her awkwardness, Ryan handed a pair of chopsticks to her and changed the topic.

Taking the chopsticks, Anne smiled at him and began to eat.

"I remember this used to be your favorite." Ryan gracefully placed all the seafood in his bowl into Anne's.

He wasn't wrong. All of the seafood in her bowl was what she enjoyed best as a child. Anne was on the verge of tears.

"Ryan, don't be so good to me..." She was used to being ignored, and Ryan's warmth made her uncomfortable.

It was like she was used to abuse.

"I can't help it. It's how I am. You'll always be the little girl in my heart who I need to take care of."

Ryan's black eyes were full of sympathy and love in equal measure.

Anne couldn't control her tears anymore. In a panic, she wiped them with the back of her hand. She didn't want Ryan to see her this way.

"Now, now. No tears. I'll start feeling bad for you." Ryan gently wiped her tears with his slender fingers.