The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 261

Kingsley Sherwood carried Seven into the house.

The nanny hurried over immediately. "Mr. Sherwood, I can take him upstairs to bed."

He handed the child over just as Lucy walked out after unpacking her luggage, a long-suppressed fury rolling in her eyes.

"Step outside. We need to talk. What exactly do you want?" The anger had been building in her chest ever since they left the country. If she had a knife right now, she probably wouldn't hesitate to use it.

She had flown halfway across the world, yet he clung to her like an immovable pest, relentlessly tracking her down.

Kingsley stepped outside slowly, his tone even. "I don't mean anything by it. I just want to take care of you two."

Lucy took a deep breath to suppress her rage, refusing to mince words.

"Kingsley, Seven and I were doing just fine without you. I expect you to stay out of our lives from now on."

"Pick something else," Kingsley said, his voice dropping low. "Staying away is the one thing I can't do."

Lucy scoffed. "Are you that desperate for a child? There are plenty of women who would gladly give you one. There's no need to harass us."

"This has nothing to do with wanting a child." He looked up at her, his gaze burning with intensity. "I want you. I just want to win you back and make things right for you and Seven."

Lucy met his gaze, her eyes as cold as ice. "Some wounds never heal once they're made. Don't waste your time on me." Her words hit like a sledgehammer, violently dragging Kingsley down from his quiet cloud of hope.

He had assumed that spending this time together would gradually soften the tension between them. He hadn't realized it was all just wishful thinking on his part.

"Lucy, I will do everything to heal those wounds." Desperate, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Lucy yanked her arm back, her tone resolute.

"Don't bother." With that, she turned back into the house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang and throwing the deadbolt.

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