Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 247

Standing in the cold wind, Luna stared as the three members of the Gibson family climbed into their car and drove away.

Since they were children, their parents' love was focused solely on Aura. She did not get a single bit of i t.

"Luna!”

When she was stuck in her daze, Anne had already rushed toward her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Anne hooked an arm through hers intimately and said, "Come on, we'll go to my house for soup!"

The three of them boarded John's car. On the way, Anne chattered non-stop about the coincidence that day.

That day, because of Luna's pregnancy tests, a misunderstanding was caused between Anne and John, and that later led to his promotion.

Luna looked outside the window, the scene from that day appearing in front of her eyes.

The night before, she and Joshua had slept together for the first time in six years.

But sadly, she did not get pregnant. A surge of sadness gushed in her chest.

Now that this new unknown 'Luna Gibson' had appeared, it would be almost impossible for her to get pregnant with Joshua’s child again.

Not too long later, they reached Anne's home.

John helped Anne set up the pot for the soup then shrugged on his jacket and left. "I won’t be in the way o f you two best friends reconnecting."

When the sounds of his footsteps disappeared at the end of the hallway, Anne heaved a sigh of relief, clutching Luna's hand in grief and said, "I was almost shocked to death when Neil called me and told me you were at the police station! What happened, why would your doppelganger suddenly appear?"

"Someone has her eyes on the position as Mrs. Lynch."

Luna sighed and told Anne about everything that happened recently.

"Oh my god, how could something like this happen?"

Anne’s heart ached uncontrollably. "Neil said he can take care of the situation over there at Blue Bay Villa, you don't have to worry about him and Nellie. You should stay here with me for now."

"Thank you." Luna raised her wine glass and emptied i t.

Anne could tell she was in a bad mood, but she did not know how to comfort her, all she could do was match her glass for glass.

Then, she became drunk.

Leaning on Anne's shoulder, Luna’s tears soaked through her clothes.