My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again novel Chapter 1645

No matter what kind of love it was, even if it was just a little, it was lucky to have it.

Lilah Delgado thought about this sentence repeatedly. He felt a cold and hard heartstring being pried open, and his mind became clearer.

In the end, they were all lucky.

What else was there to be dissatisfied about?

When he left, Marisa Tran went to visit his father.

Haiden Tran was sleeping soundly on the bed. The mark between his eyebrows was still very deep, like two ravines that were carved into his heart.

Marisa Tran could not help but think of how her father was like a huge mountain pressing down on her when she was young. At that time, she felt that her father was so tall and spoke loudly, as if he wanted to shatter the mountains and rivers.

However, one would eventually grow old.

Marisa Tran leaned against the wall and quietly watched his father sleep.

She knew very clearly that she had not forgiven her father. She had just let herself go.

People were always indulging in the pain of the past. They could not embrace a new life. Only by removing the old pain in their hearts could they grow new flesh and welcome more people into her heart.

Thankfully, her family would grow, and the number of people she loved and loved would increase.

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When the four of them returned to the rose garden, it was already evening. The setting sun was setting, and the courtyard was lively.

He could smell the fragrance from afar.

"Casey and the others were barbecuing in the courtyard. There were several electric stoves set up together. Brian Quarks and Fu Alvin Parker were the main forces. The two of them did not forget to show off their muscles while roasting. They were both wearing white vests. Their biceps and chest muscles were very obvious. It was pleasing to the eye. Lilah Delgado took a few more glances. God Erlang immediately said, ""I have them too. Don't look at them. Go back and see me."""

Lilah Delgado smiled. "Okay."

"You're back? I just roasted a plate. Come and eat."

Casey felt that it was not spicy enough, so he sprinkled a layer of chili noodles on the grilled skewers. Damon Schneider frowned when he saw this. "Take it easy. Your stomach will hurt again if you eat too much."

"I know, I know. Just let me start eating once."

Casey wheedled and shook off a layer of chili noodles under Damon Schneider's gaze. This was already her greatest concession.

Damon Schneider shook his head helplessly.

What else could he do?

"Do you have any corn sausages? Give me one." Marisa Tran washed his hands and sat down to eat.

Lilah Delgado automatically walked towards Carley Lam and helped her and Donna Palmer make desserts. "The calories are very high."

Carley Lam glared at her plaintively. "If you see through it, don't expose it."

Donna Palmer smiled and said, "Let's eat freely today. We'll reduce it tomorrow."

Although that was the case, they were all people who had a good figure. They all knew that a moment of indulgence meant eternal indulgence. Even if they said that they could eat freely, it was just a few light licks.

The less he ate, the more enthusiastic he became. The barbecue stall in Ramon Shaw was also in full swing. He had learned this skill from a professional barbecue master in the production team. He knew how to cook Ivywood ancient skewers and northeastern skewers.

The taste was very authentic.

Everyone ate heartily and praised him in unison.

Pearl Woolery, this chef was closed for the night. He was only responsible for eating and not working.

She ate the skewers and said to the "barbecue chefs" who were busy, "Let's compete. Whoever consumes the most skewers tonight will receive a red packet from the family group. Mr. Dried Fish will give it out."

Mr. Dried Fish, who was eating squid skewers, said, "Yes?"

Pearl Woolery glanced at him.

"Fine."

Since his wife had spoken, his husband would foot the bill.

Marisa Tran walked over with a plate of roasted pancakes. Pearl Woolery smelled the alcohol on her body. "Have you been drinking with your father?"

"Yeah," Marisa Tran said. "He drank one pot. I drank half."