Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Jonas said, "Scott knows this person."

"What—" Dylan was dumbstruck.

Scott knew about that person? How could that be? When? Did he not have any feelings about it at all? Was that person not enough to constitute a threat to him?

"No! What? What did he say? Tell me! I want to know!" Dylan was so bewildered he could not react differently.

He had not expected that! It was too shocking!

Jonas looked at the chess board and finally placed a piece down.

"Ask him yourself."

Dylan was speechless.

Jonas was a man with few words. He was not like Dylan, who had a strong affinity for gossip, especially since he always had a clear perspective on things. He would not go to such lengths to satisfy his desire for gossip as Dylan did.

Dylan wanted to scream at Jonas, but he knew the man's personality well. So, he suppressed his rage and said, "Give me the information. I want to look over the information before approaching him. You may not be concerned, but I am. I am interested in seeing how Scott will handle his love rival. He is not the same person he used to be. I want to see him—"

Beep.

The line was cut off.

Dylan's gaze darkened. Why was everyone hanging up on him? He would cut ties with all of them!

Dylan was fuming when his phone beeped—an email had arrived.

When he realized who had sent the message, his rage subsided. He tapped into it right away. Jonas sent a message just as he was about to open the email.

[Jonas: This man is not bad.]

Dylan cocked his brow. If Jonas said he was not bad, that man was fantastic. Jonas had extremely high expectations. He, like Scott, was picky with people.

Dylan smiled with delight when he saw that message.

He needed to investigate that man's background thoroughly.

Naomi and Charles entered the city through the old city walls. Charles said, "I thought you'd come by taxi. Never thought that was not the case."

Charles spoke it with a smile as if he meant nothing by that, that he had just thought about it, so he asked her.

Naomi said, "It's the event organizer's car. Our travels, lodging, and meals are all provided by the organizer. I wanted to take a taxi, but it was hard to get one, so the person in charge told the chauffeur to drive me."

Naomi did not tell Charles that Scott was one of the event's organizers. She did not intentionally avoid it; she thought she should not bring work into her personal life.

Charles looked at Naomi as she answered him so sincerely. She never thought that there would be any other meaning behind his question. He asked, so she answered. There was no overthinking.

Charles was relieved but also embarrassed and guilty at the same time. He was worried the moment he saw the car. He had thought about Scott. He feared Scott was still by her side, still in contact with her.

He was concerned and wanted to know if the answer was as he thought. He knew he should not have done that, but he could not help himself.

"That's good, too. It's much more convenient that way."

"Yes."

They strolled through the historical streets. There was already a crowd there, mostly tourists, at the time.

Charles looked at his watch and said, "Let's grab a bite. We can walk more after that. What do you think?"

Naomi nodded. "Sure."

Naomi then took out her phone to look for a nearby restaurant. Charles smiled as he observed her. "I have already made reservations."

"What?" Naomi looked up. She did not expect that.

Charles said with a smile, "There's a famous restaurant here. I checked it out before I came to Herland. Let me take you there."

Naomi paused briefly before asking, "Which restaurant?"

Charles smiled even wider. "Till Death Do Us Part."