We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

CEO is Chasing Ex Wife Back

Chapter 39
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 39 Be a Good Wife “Why not? Zac, do you want to break up with me?” Wenny’s voice trembled.

Until now, she still remembered the grand wedding cereinony when Zac married Aurora. The wedding

gifts Zac gave Aurora were so many that he arranged several cars to deliver them. All the gifts were

expensive jewelry.

But how could Zac not do it anymore when it came to Wenny? In any case, she was carrying “his”

child!

Wenny was angry but she didn’t dare to make a fuss with Zac. She could only mutter, “If you insist,

then … I’ll listen to you.”

Wenny lowered her head and pretended to wipe her tears.

Listening to Wenny’s sobbing, Zac was upset. Since she was pregnant, he tried not to be so cold. “The

wedding was a farce. Doing it again would damage the image of the two families. Moreover, you are

pregnant. It was not an easy task.”

“You mean I can keep the child?” Wenny felt Zac cared about her.

Wenny smiled and grabbed Zac’s arm. “I knew you didn’t come back for Aurora. You don’t love her,

right?”

Zac’s arm froze and he didn’t speak for a long time.

“We can cancel the wedding but you need to participate in the Fashion Week with me for several days!

This is a new schedule the company gave me. I want to go.”

“You said you wanted to leave the showbiz?” Zac asked.

Wenny said, “I want to go. I need to have a career to be worthy of you! Moreover, that Fashion Week

is important to me.”

Zac thought of the eve of his marriage to Aurora.

Aurora put away the notice of the College of Design she had just received. She said with a smile,

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

“Since you wanted me to stay at home, then I’ll not go to study abroad.

“After we get married, I will put aside my business and be a good wife. You don’t have to worry about

my dad. I will convince him.”

Aurora did it.

From the wedding preparations to the exit of the workplace, Aurora did everything well. Zac didn’t need

to worry about these at all and she respected Zac before others.

Zac wondered if they could be together forever if it wasn’t for the deep hatred between the two

families.

Every decision Aurora made was for their marriage. She could give up the dream opportunity to

study abroad for Zac’s words and stay at home.

Even if he was cold to her for two years, Aurora still loved him.

She sent warm messages and gifts.

“I’m pregnant and staying at home is boring. Do you want me to be a housewife?” Wenny asked.

Zac did not respond.

Wenny was anxious. When she was just about to feel out Zac’s attitude. He shook off her hand and

got up to leave. “It’s up to you.”

“Do you agree that I stay in the showbiz?” Wenny was overjoyed.

Wenny did not notice that Zac was different from the usual.

Zac agreed.

The mirror reflected his sharp profile. The only one he cared about was Aurora and there would not

be anyone else.

“Zac, it is still dark. Aren’t you going to stay with me? Or with our baby?” Wenny held his hand.

“No,” Zac said as he withdrew his hand.

Then he left.

Zac remembered the day of Aurora’s miscarriage. He was in the hospital corridor and heard her

crying.

That was also his child.

He sat in the car and kept smoking, listening to the noise from the radio at midnight.

At dawn, he drove to the company.

Just a few minutes later, a business car stopped at the entrance of the elevator. Wenny in a

windbreaker quickly walked up.

“Why are you so late?”

Wenny pouted and closed the door.

“If I had come earlier, I would have run into Zac. Aren’t you afraid?” the man in the car asked.

“Alright, I don’t know why he’s here. Are you jealous?” Wenny pouted.

The man chuckled, “Send you home?”

As he spoke, he touched Wenny’s thigh.

Wenny held his hand and smiled charmingly, “Okay, anyway, there is no one in my house.”

“You’re inviting a bad guy into your house.”

The man threw off his sunglasses and turned around to press Wenny onto the seat behind him.

Wenny exclaimed.

“Saul, you hurt me.”

“Don’t you like it? You little slut.” The man didn’t show any pity.

“You are so bad.”

The noise of the seat surrounded the car.

At ten in the morning.

Aurora and Terry left the hotel. Last night, nothing happened. Terry stood on the steps and looked at

Aurora for a while.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

Terry knew when Aurora went out last night, when she came back, and when she slept. How could

Terry fall asleep in the same room with her?

Terry just didn’t want to embarrass her.

The phone in his pocket rang.

It was still a message from the secretary, Connor, “Mr. Walton, you must attend the cocktail party

tonight. Otherwise, your mother will be angry.”

Terry looked at his phone and remained silent.

“I’ll leave now. I’ll contact you when there’s the next competition.” Aurora waved her hand, hailed

a taxi, and left.

Terry stood there thoughtfully. It seemed that Aurora did not love him indeed.

At least, Aurora didn’t fall in love with him for now.

Aurora first went to the bank to withdraw cash.

She planned to use part of the money for rent and the rest of the money for the debt collection

company.

Soon she received a reply.

“You kept your promise but the amount is not enough for interest. I hope you work harder.”

Aurora held her phone and cursed.

This company was so annoying. Where did it find employees? Their words were so infuriating without a

single dirty word. It was inexplicably unpleasant.

Aurora turned around and walked out of the bank. Soon she was followed by a few young men.

Aurora realized something was wrong and quickened her pace.

But she was not familiar with this area so she was blocked by them at the entrance of an alley. “Are you

Aurora? When will you return the money!”

“What money? I don’t know you!”

Aurora frowned and looked back to find a chance to escape.

The man in the lead had yellow hair. He grabbed Aurora’s wrist. “Ms. Bennet, you are the daughter of

the boss of the Bennet Group and Mr. Buchanna’s ex-wife. How can we be wrong? Your father owes

our boss about 500 thousand dollars. Tell me, when will you return it?”