Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 153

Luna's anger still sizzled in the pit of her stomach as she stepped out of the taxi. It was by chance that she saw Neil sitting near the flower bed at the entrance to their housing area, seemingly talking on the phone.

She frowned and approached him. "Why aren't you home?"

The little boy shrugged. "Godmother and her boyfriend are acting all sweet and lovey-dovey. I don't want to be the third wheel."

With that, he glanced at Luna silently. "Mommy, do you want to go upstairs and be the third wheel?"

Luna was mum for a moment before she cleared her throat. "How long have they been up there?” 1

"Around half an hour."

Neil sighed. "Mommy, do you think we can still spend the night at Godmother’s house tonight? I saw her crying in her boyfriend's arms just now, and both of them were laughing and crying."

He switched to a more comfortable position and swung his short little legs in the air. "Are dating adults so emotional?"

Luna rolled her eyes at him. "You won't understand."

Anne and John had just gotten together and they almost broke up, but the misunderstanding was

solved. Dating couples were more emotional, and Luna could understand that.

Alas... Luna was reminded of her own situation.

When she was with Joshua, she never experienced such drastic emotional changes like this. They never argued.

More accurately, he found it below him to argue with her.

He would retract his claws and follow her opinion when he was in a good mood, but would leave her in the large, empty house to reflect on her mistakes when he brooded.

"I genuinely don’t understand the emotions of dating adults," Neil sighed. "I'm tired, though. I really am, Mommy. I still have to attend kindergarten tomorrow with that group of childish little kids.

"It's almost nine at night now. I have to have at least eight hours of quality sleep every night!"

Luna rubbed the spot between her eyebrows helplessly.

Her son was astonishingly similar to Joshua in the aspects that he should not be, such a high-class habit such as this one.