Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 67 Jump off the Top of the Building

Chapter 67 Jump off the Top of the Building

"He's more suitable, isn't he?" Anastasia said bluntly.

It was much better to let Jaxon drive her home than to let her ex-husband do so!

She didn't want anything to do with him.

Christian sneered coldly with a dark face, his long and narrow eyes deepened a bit, and he couldn't

help but say what was in his heart, "Appropriate? Even if you want to move on, you should find

someone different from me. You found someone who looks so similar to me. Isn't it because you like

and never forget me, so you found a substitute?"

Substitute?

Anastasia turned her head, gazed at his face for three seconds, and then looked away.

She found it extremely ridiculous and absurd.

Did she need to find a substitute?

Now she didn't even bother to take a second look at him!

It was true that when she first met Jaxon, she felt that they were somewhat similar.

But after contact, they had completely different personalities, and she would never find the shadow of

him in Jaxon.

She was not a pervert!

She looked out the window speechlessly, chuckled, and rolled her eyes almost to her head.

She didn't explain immediately. In Christian's eyes, it was the tacit admission!

He spoke out what she thought.

Christian smiled slightly and was pleased a bit.

He loosened his collar and relaxed.

"The past is in the past. As long as you want, we can still be the same as before. You don't need to find

some fakes."

Anastasia originally had her eyes downcast, but now she raised her eyes, which moved to Christian's

face.

The patience in her heart was almost exhausted. She leaned forward and suddenly approached the

man beside her, wanting to see how shameless he was for saying such words!

The distance between the two instantly shortened.

He looked at her, who was approaching suddenly. Her lips glinted as if inviting him to take a step

closer.

Christian thought that what he said convinced her, and she was moved.

Suddenly remembering her soft waist just now, the temperature still permeated through the fingertips,

making his heart itchy.

He squinted his eyes and felt his heart beat faster.

But the next second, Anastasia pinched his face violently. Her lustrous eyes were full of indifference

and coldness, and she gently smiled.

"Mr. Patterson, go back and look in the mirror. You are different from Jaxon."

She flicked her fingers in disgust, then returned to the original position.

Ignoring his stiff expression, she added, "Also, I don't know where you got the confidence to think I'll

approach you if you wave your hand. Do you think everyone is as cheap as Ms. Cohen?"

She used the softest tone and said the most merciless words.

How could the past pass?

She would never forget how unforgettable the hurt and insult they had brought her.

Christian's face was suddenly gloomy. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and somewhere in

his heart seemed to throb uncontrollably for no reason.

She knocked on the car window with clear eyes and said indifferently, "Stop, my driver is coming."

As soon as she got into the car, she contacted her driver.

He followed behind the car now.

The driver in front didn't dare to respond and could only pretend he didn't hear it since Christian didn't

approve.

Anastasia glanced at Christian indifferently. Her tone was cold.

"If it doesn't stop, I'll jump out of the car."

Her calm tone seemed to be talking about what she wanted to eat tonight with no joking attitude at all.

Only then did Christian realize Anastasia's aura was highly freezing when she was with him.

Unlike when she was with Jaxon and other men, the aura surrounding her was soft.

His heart was a little stifled.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

"Stop."

He ordered in a hoarse voice, and then the driver dared to move the car slowly to the side of the road

and stop.

Christian wanted to say something else, but Anastasia quickly opened the car door and hopped out.

He frowned and got out of the car immediately. Didn't she know her foot was injured?

The driver who followed had already run over, nodded to Christian, and went to help Anastasia.

Christian's face was ugly, and he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"I'll take you up."

He didn't say anything and was just about to hug her, but the driver of his car suddenly ran down, took

the phone he had just picked up, and said in a hurry, "Mr. Patterson, just now, there was a call from Ms. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Cohen saying she was going to jump off the top of the building..."