Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 392


    Theresa was good to the children, but Leticia didn’t want them to move out with her. She thought


    Theresa was not their real mother and didn’t care about them in private. Besides, Pat didn’t live with


    her. If Charlie moved out, she would be bored at home.


    Pat said to Charlie, “I’ll have Rose move back home. She won’t bother you anymore.” He knew Charlie


    wanted to move out because he hated Jimmy but couldn’t force Rose to break up with him.


    Pat couldn’t force Theresa to break up with Charlie either. In a way, the two brothers were a lot alike.


    Charlie nced at Pat. “Don’t take it personally.”


    Pat said, “Save it! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.” He knew Charlie was defending


    Theresa.


    Theresa felt Pat re at her. She was speechless.


    Since Charlie was about to stand up, Leticia was very kind to Theresa tonight. After all, there was


    nothing


    more pleasing than for Charlie to be able to stand up. “Tess, try this.” She put some food on Theresa’s


    te.


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    “Thanks, mom.” Theresa continued to eat.


    Cristina took a nap and a shower in the afternoon. She was about to order a take-out when her phone


    rang. She picked it up and saw it was Eugene calling. After hesitating for a moment, she answered it.


    She was excited, but she couldn’t resist saying aggressively, “Why are you calling me, Mr. Oneill?”


    “Come out to dinner.”


    “Why should I?” Cristina sneered. She had no idea why Eugene was inviting her to dinner.


    Eugene said, “You’ll be sorry if you don’te.” He hung up the phone quickly.


    Soon Cristina received the address. She thought about it and changed her clothes and went out.


    Cristina walked into the restaurant and saw Eugene sitting alone by the window with a ss of water


    on the table. She hated the fact that the man who had broken her heart was now sitting there like a


    noble


    prince. She walked over, sat down, and asked coldly, “What do you want?”


    Eugene looked at Cristina. “Are Charlie’s children yours?”


    Cristina’s heart jolted, but she calmed herself down and sneered. “Why? Do you want Charlie to tell


    you in person?”


    Eugene said, “I found out that you’ve been working all these years and have never taken any time off.


    How could you have children?”


    Cristina hadn’t expected him to look into it. Even Charlie hadn’t done that.


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