Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 65 He Is a Substitute

Chapter 65 He Is a Substitute

Tobias thought Christian didn't care much about Anastasia back then.

He coughed and couldn't help persuading him. "Hey, be more generous. Anastasia is just dating

someone. It's normal for you both to get divorced. You must be a man with a heart..."

Before he finished speaking, Christian stood up abruptly, with a cold look on his brows and eyes.

"What do you know? She found someone so similar to me, indicating obviously she couldn't forget me.

Don't try to harm our relationship!"

He dropped these words in a cold tone, turned around aggressively, and walked downstairs.

Anastasia and Jaxon talked about the Starlight Entertainment project, and Jaxon was also very

interested.

The surrounding lights were bright orange and yellow, which made the profiles of the two people look

as beautiful as a frozen picture.

Christian leaned against the wall beside him, squinted his eyes for a few seconds, and walked over

with a more severe expression.

His casual voice was somewhat cold.

"What a coincidence! You are here to discuss business?"

He glanced at the two of them. Jaxon's eyes were deep and dark, unable to see the emotions in his

heart, but with a warm and clear smile, and nodded slightly when looking at Christian.

Anastasia was slightly surprised at his sudden appearance, but her expression immediately became

indifferent, and her eyes shifted to the other side.

Christian's heart sank. He took a deep breath, bent his finger bones slightly, moved the chair beside

their table, and asked politely, "Do you mind me sitting beside you?"

Anastasia and Jaxon said in unison, "We do."

The scene was instantly dead silent.

Christian squinted his eyes, which were a bit sharp. With a faint mint smell from him, he sat

domineeringly on the chair between them.

He was a sudden intruder, breaking the original atmosphere.

But Christian didn't feel guilty at all. He smiled, eyes becoming cold when seeing the roses on the

table.

"When will Mr. Stanford return here?"

Jaxon raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said in a lukewarm voice, "It depends on the situation. Mr.

Patterson really cares about me."

"A causal greeting."

Christian turned his head away nonchalantly and looked at Anastasia with deep eyes.

"The Rock Project still has some details. Why don't we discuss it in another place?"

His tone was cold, but his voice was as gentle as possible.

Anastasia pursed her lips, looked up at him, and said lightly, "It's not convenient today. Let's try another

day."

She took a shallow sip from the wine glass, hiding her irritability.

After the divorce, Christian appeared too frequently, so couldn't he be like a dead person like before?

After being rejected one after another, Christian's face became unbearably gloomy.

He calmed down the ups and downs of his chest, his mood seemed stable, and he chuckled lightly.

"Another day is fine. After all, there is an uninvolved man here now. It's not very suitable for us to have

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He reached out to greet the waiter with the same casual tone as the owner.

"Add a knife and fork."

He couldn't leave easily and let them stay here together.

It was impossible!

Anastasia looked at him in shock. Had he become so shameless?

She stood up speechlessly and looked at Jaxon with a smile.

"Let's stop here today, Mr. Stanford. I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest."

Jaxon smiled and stood up.

"What a coincidence. Me too. I'll see you off."

"I will drive you home."

Christian's cold voice coincided with Jaxon's words.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Christian's eyes were a little cold, and he looked at Jaxon.

But Anastasia picked up the bag, and without even looking at Christian, she calmly said to Jaxon, "Mr.

Stanford, thank you."

Jaxon nodded with a smile.

"It's my pleasure!"

Just as Anastasia stepped down the steps, she ignored a protruding piece of wood under her feet and

stepped on it all at once, her foot slipped, and she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

Before she could stand still, a force behind her supported her waist, and she hit the man's hard chest

with a faint smell of tobacco coming from the tip of her nose.