Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

Chapter 28 I’m Sorry, It’s My Fault
“I know, don’t worry, she won’t get what she wants.”
Abner didn’t want to talk about that woman.
Sophia understood her son well enough to know he genuinely had no interest in that woman.
However, as the saying goes, one should not fear a thief stealing; one should fear a thief thinking about it.
Everyone knew the current situation at Moore Group. They were about to undergo a second round of financing and definitely
wouldn’t want to lose the support of the Robinson Family, a powerful backer.
It was so hard even to get the divorce done right now.
After hanging up, Abner casually put his phone down and asked, “What do you want to know in these ten minutes?”
Damara wasn’t affected by the phone call and answered honestly, “I want to know if you have any plans for his future. What
sports does your partner enjoy? Does she prefer reading or yoga? And how many children are you planning to have?”
These factors would all affect the layout of a house.
The best way to arrange a house was based on the owner’s lifestyle.
These three direct questions stumped Abner. His partner?
The word triggered a face in his mind, but that person couldn’t be considered a partner.
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Children?
He had never considered that, nor did he think any woman could bear his children.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Damara’s face.
Damara froze. Probably understanding what he was thinking, she respectfully answered, “Mr. Robinson, don’t worry. I took some

pills that night so that I won’t get pregnant.”
Matt, who had just come in with coffee, heard her words. The tray in his hand almost fell.
But he managed to steady it, and then he looked at Damara.
She completely exceeded his understanding of women. Most women would get excited just by seeing Abner’s face.
Yet, Damara remained so calm even after being intimate with him.
It wasn’t that she lacked shame; it was as if she didn’t see Abner as a charming man at all.
Men had a strange desire to win in this area. Abner couldn’t help but doubt if his skills in bed needed improvement, so she could
be indifferent after getting off the bed.
Abner leaned back with a poised demeanor.
Damara seemed oblivious to the strange atmosphere. When Matt brought the coffee over, she politely nodded and thanked him.
“Mr. Robinson, you haven’t answered my questions yet. It will affect my design concept, so I need your exact answers.”
“Penny, just leave enough room for all of that. With over a thousand
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square meters, even if I have three children in the future, there will be enough space for them to play around, right?”
Three children?
This guy was so in love with Joyce! He’s planning for the future in such detail.
“Do you have any specific hobbies?”
Abner’s gaze trembled momentarily, then softly answered, “No.”
As she expected, he’s rather uninteresting.
Damara stood up. She had finished her inquiries, and it was time to leave. “Could you please give me the key, Mr. Robinson? I’ll
go and check the house.”
“It’s a passcode lock. My birthday.”
He replied in a flat tone.

Damara’s lips twitched. She didn’t know Abner’s birthday.
The information on Wikipedia might be wrong. Which month was it in?
Her furrowed brows clearly showed her pondering, and Abner felt a sudden unease in his heart.
“What? You don’t even bother to check your client’s basic information?”
Damara’s eyelashes trembled, “I’m sorry, and it’s my fault.”