Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 1244

The woman shifted her eyes onto Michael and glanced at him indifferently. "Didn't you say you wanted to record a video? The streetlights were so dim just now, even if the video was recorded, the old woman would have a hard time seeing anything."

Only then did Michael realize that Luna had been ignoring him before, because she wanted to find a place with a good source of lightning. He snorted from the bottom of his heart and cursed her for being so particular with detail.

However, as soon as the lights came on, he could clearly see Luna's long legs wrapped in black trousers and her slim figure hidden under the windbreaker.

The man looked at her, his eyes stained with desire. H e thought of what Aura had promised him. If tonight, h e could... No matter how low he had to bend his bend, i t was worth it!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Luna's hand, and placed his phone on a stand as he praised her, "Ms. Luna, you're really kind. This is the first time I have seen such a...a beautiful and kind-hearted woman!"

Luna's brows screwed together fiercely as she noticed the man’s gaze on her growing more and more inappropriate, her discomfort growing accordingly. But she promised Neil she would do it, so she would.

"Granny, don't worry, I already forgave Michael, and I won't pursue this matter any further." She held the bunch of flowers and looked into the camera. "I hope you can take good care of your health, you will definitely get better."

After she finished, she let out a long sigh of relief and pushed the bouquet of flowers back into Michael's hands. As she did so, he took the opportunity and fondled the back of her hands.

The action seemed deliberate, but also unintentional.

Luna felt cold all over, fine hair standing up where he touched her, making her feel uncomfortable as if she had accidentally run into something supernatural. " It's okay, I'm going home." 1

Dropping these words coldly, she immediately headed upstairs. After returning to her room, she kept scrubbing the back of the hand that Michael had touched with warm water, but no matter how many times she washed it, it still felt dirty.

In the end, she slathered a big blob of hand cream on her hands and then searched for the webpage streaming the latest foreign jewelry design exhibition t o divert her attention.

After watching the exhibit, there was a knock on the door. It was Lily. "Ms. Luna, it's time for dinner."