Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy novel Chapter 2971

Chapter 2971

Gwen furrowed her brows and instinctively turned to glance behind her.

A man dressed entirely in black, with a cap and a face mask, was sitting at a table not far away from hers, staring at her. When he noticed her looking, however, he quickly picked up the menu and pretended to skim through it.

"He looks a little suspicious..." The waiter frowned and reminded her in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "Do you need me to call the cops?' "No need." Gwen smiled. "Thank you for your kindness."

The waiter paused, unable to believe his ears. "Do you know him?" "I guess you can say that." She curled her lips into a smile and pointed at the menu. "Get him one of these, but don't tell him I sent you." "Alright." As puzzled as the waiter was, he still nodded and abided by her request.

After the waiter left, Gwen glanced once more at the man in the distance, then returned to enjoying her tea.

This man had been following her around for about a month now, and at the start, she had been so spooked by him that she almost called the cops herself, but...

Eventually, her missing items would magically appear on her doorstep the day after she lost them.

When she forgot to pay for her meal at a restaurant, she discovered that someone had paid the bill for her when she returned to the place.

Once, when she was molested in the streets by a passerby, she realized that a few days later, that same man was avoiding her, his face swollen and bruised as though someone had given him a bad beating.

Gwen's instinct was telling her that this was all the man in black's doing. Although she had no idea who he was or what his intentions were, she could feel that he did not mean her any harm, and so she continued to allow him to do so. After some time, she gradually became to grow comfortable with the idea of having him around.

With his presence, she would no longer be afraid, whether it was a dark, desolate night or a heavy storm.

Therefore, on this beautiful afternoon, she wanted to share her good spirits with him.

After some time, the waiter strode over to his table with a small piece of pastry. "Your cake, sir."

The man who had been staring at Gwen all this while paused, then lifted his head to glance at the waiter. "I didn't order this."