Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Chapter 175

At that moment, Dylan looked at Scott.

At that moment, Scott's fingers stopped moving anymore as he stared intently into his glass.

A child…

Scott was clearly thinking about something. Dylan was unsure what it was. "Or were you not using protection, but Naomi?"

Dylan questioned, "It can't be. Naomi clearly looks like she would be a great mother. Why would someone like her be on birth control? I'm sure she would want children. You've been married to her for three years. Even if you're not in a rush, I'm sure your mom would be, right?"

"Who would not want grandchildren? My mom has been breathing down my neck on this daily, constantly pressuring me to get married and have children. If it were not for Belle, my days would be much harder."

"I'm already in such a pressurizing situation, you would be… "

Before he could finish, Scott suddenly stood up, his chair squeaked piercingly.

Dylan jumped. He saw Scott taking his phone and storming off. Dylan was stunned. What was happening?

Scott was soon gone. He left the door open, and a cold breeze from outside blew in. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan shook his head. Scott was a smart man. There was nothing he could not do except when it came to relationships.

Dylan sighed. Sure enough, God was fair. One could never have everything in life. He picked up his glass and sighed. He took his phone to look at the time before calling Belle.

However, right at this moment, a call came in. Dylan looked at who it was and was stunned.

Olivia.

Belle took Naomi to a busy street. They bought a lot of snacks and had loads of fun. They even took photos together. Her intention was to cheer Naomi up, but she ended up being the happiest.

Naomi looked at Belle's innocent smile under the shining lights and smiled widely.

Belle was great. It was just that…

Naomi thought about what a playboy Dylan was. She was secretly worried about Belle. Everyone else was often aware of things except the person in question.

She hoped that Dylan would cherish Belle and treat her right.

A car stopped outside the square, and Scott got out. He scanned around the square, looking for Naomi. Soon, he found her in her wheelchair in front of the carousel.

It was bustling with people everywhere. People cheered and laughed, having fun. It was a heartwarming scene.

She was among everyone, yet time seemed to have stopped for her. She sat there quietly, not moving.

At that moment, Scott did not know why, but his heart ached. It hurt so badly that he found it hard to breathe.

"Uncle Scott, where's Aunt Naomi? I can't find her."

"Let's get a divorce."

"It's your fault. For the past three years, you've always been out. You're rarely home. You only care about your work. You don't care about your wife."

"You'll regret this."

All the things that had been said to him before suddenly appeared in his mind. All the things that he was once unaware of were suddenly clear to him at that moment.

Yes, he had regretted it. Terribly.

He had not born the responsibility a husband should bear. He had let her down. Dylan was right. He deserved it.

He clenched his fists tightly. Under the bright lights, all he could see was Naomi.