Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 890

During the heated discussion, someone took out a recording device.

"Hello, Mr. Lynch. I'm Banyan City's television reporter. I'd like to ask: What relationship do you have with Luna? Why are you here alone with her in the cafe?

"Are you two dating? Luna just hurt your girlfriend, yet you’re here on a date with her. What relationship does the three of you have?

"When you’re on a date with Luna, will you feel guilty toward Ms. Fiona Blake? Can you tell us your emotional journey?"

Facing such rude questions, Joshua furrowed his brows tightly.

He lifted his gaze and looked at the reporter coldly, then saying aloofly, haughtily, "Should I have to explain my life to you, just because you’re a reporter? Show me your press pass and tell me your department. I'll contact your highest superior."

Joshua's tone was as cold as his gaze.

The reporter paused for a while, subconsciously took a few steps back, and stopped talking.

The restless crowd finally quieted down a little upon Joshua's reaction.

Seeing how the corridor had finally quieted down, Joshua furrowed his brows and looked at Luna.

She still looked like she did not care for anything. She did not seem to be able to see he was trying to protect her or doing things for her.

Joshua chuckled bitterly in his heart.

Luna stood there, unmoving. Joshua could not just drag her away with everyone watching them.

Thus, he picked up his phone and sent Lucas a simple message.

The moment he kept his phone, he noticed from the corner of his eye that someone among the crowd was throwing a cup of hot coffee at Luna.

Just in the nick of time, Joshua rushed forward and pushed Luna to the side.

The cup of coffee landed on Joshua's back with a thud. The coffee splashed all over his suit and coat.

Being shoved abruptly, Luna, coming to her senses once again, saw Joshua drenched by hot coffee.

The coffee seemed to be burning hot. There was still steam coming off from his body.

This scene would be extremely haggard if it were any other men.

However, he was Joshua Lynch. Even if he were drenched by coffee, he still looked regal and arrogant, s o much so that others could only envy him.