Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Joshua was a little surprised.
If he remembered correctly, the woman had taken care of Nellie for less than a week.
How could she know so much about Nellie?
He sat on the sofa and watched her flipping through the children’s clothes, and Luna Gibson’s face appeared in front of his eyes
in a daze.
If she was by his side, she would be like Luna, buzzing here and there like a hardworking bee, busily taking care of her daughter.
In other words, Luna’s care for Nellie, both in the way she looked after her and the way she seemed to read her feelings,
seemed to have far surpassed the relationship between a nanny and her employer’s daughter.
He remembered how in the Ferris wheel yesterday, she was determined to protect Nellie even if her own life was at stake.
At that moment, he even felt that, even if she approached him with ill intentions, it wasn’t a big deal after all.
At least, she was doing her best to take care of Nellie.
Nellie had extremely good taste. The moment she came back, she found the most competent maid.
“Sir.”
Maybe because he had been sitting on the sofa for too long, the salesperson on the side approached him cautiously, “Is that
your wife?
Joshua scrunched his eyebrows, turned his head and took a look.
The coldness in the man’s eyes made the salesperson slightly nervous.
But the salesman chuckled and pointed to the women’s clothing department behind him, “Your wife is in good shape, she can
wear those clothes.”
Somehow, Joshua stood up and followed the salesman into the women’s clothing department.
Under the salesperson’s persuasion, Joshua bought two sets of branded clothes for Luna.

When he returned to the sofa, Luna had just finished choosing clothes for Nellie.
“These are for you.”
On the way home, Joshua handed the two sets of clothes to Luna, the expression on his face as cold as ever.
The woman took a look and said, “Mr. Lynch, why are you giving me clothes all of a sudden?”
“On the one hand, it’s a reward for saving Nellie yesterday. On the other hand, thank you for teaching me how to cook.”