How My Ex Became My Next

“What are you doing here?” Jensen yelled at the door, his voice laced with rage.

Without hesitation, he strode forward to Gilda and grabbed her hand.

Before Gilda could react, she was pulled out by him.

“Is that…” Gilda uttered in disbelief.

Jensen frowned slightly and explained nothing. “Don’t overthink about whatever you just saw.”

Gilda became even more perplexed.

She felt that something secret was concealed there.

“This is so strange,” Gilda murmured, recalling what she had just seen Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked at Jensen’s face and finally asked, “Why is your black–and–white photo on the wall? Jensen, are you a ghost?”

Jensen was annoyed. “Don’t talk nonsense. You saw it wrong.”

“Really?” Gilda then noticed Jensen was holding her hand tightly, and she instinctively pulled out her hand.

“The birthday celebration will soon begin. Let’s go downstairs, Jensen patiently suggested.

Although Gilda was confused, she felt that she had overthought it.

Jensen was standing in front of her intact, wasn’t he?

“Where’s Marilyn? Is she okay?” she asked.

“What did you say?”

Gilda explained, “I heard that she was not feeling well, so I came upstairs to have a look.”

Jensen looked at her suspiciously and said, “Grandma is fine. But don’t come here again next time.”

Gilda lowered her eyes and nodded.

They walked along the corridor one after another. Just as they reached the first–floor staircase, something aiming at Gilda suddenly fell from above.

“Watch out!” Jensen subconsciously pulled her away and blocked the heavy object with his body.

With a bang, the thing hit Jensen’s back heavily. For a moment, his body was covered with colorful paints.

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He was in a terrible mess.

Jensen felt deeply embarrassed, something he had never experienced in his life, as the onlookers turned to stare in

shock.

“Are you okay?” Gilda asked with concern. The loud noise caused the people to gather around them.

“Jensen…” Emily rushed over first and asked with concern, “What’s going on? How did this happen?”

The people around were also taken aback.

“Why did a paint bucket tumble from the upper floor?”

“Jensen, are you okay? Are you injured?”

“Do you feel anywhere uncomfortable?”

They all asked in concern.

Jensen was fin

fine except for a slight backache, but his body needed a thorough cleaning due to the paint.

He looked at Gilda in the crowd and approached her without hesitation. “Gilda, can you help me clean it up?”

Gilda was taken aback. “What did you say?”

Jensen didn’t want to give her a chance to refuse. He attempted to grab her, but she tactfully dodged it.

She was grateful that Jensen had just blocked the paint for her, but she knew that if she granted his request in front of so many people, these people would undoubtedly assume that they were in a relationship.

*Jensen, it’s okay. I’ll help you clean it…” Emily said as she glared at Gilda angrily.