The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 1293

When Lola placed her phone on the table, she finally noticed the amount of missed calls that had accumulated.

Some were from her family, some from relatives, and some from friends. She even received calls from her colleagues.

Next, she checked her Facebook only to find out that the photo she posted earlier garnered a huge amount of likes and comments.

She did not have many friends in life whom she’d talk to regularly. However, on Facebook, everyone seemed to be gracious with liking her post.

However, she replied to no one and only made a call back home.

Her call was immediately picked up by Fiona. Before she could speak, Fiona asked, “Lola, have you gotten your certificate?”

Lola replied, “Yeah, we were done in the morning. After that, we had lunch at Logan’s family house. I drank a little too much and slept until now.”

Fiona smiled. “Is that so?” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Soon, she inquired Lola about the wedding. After registering their marriage, the next important thing was to plan a wedding.

Immediately, Lola told her mother that she had no specific wishes for her wedding. She also checked if the Hunts had any rules and traditions to observe.

Fiona lowered her voice. “We don’t. We’re good as long as the two of you are happy.”

After that, Lola asked Fiona what Langdon was up to. At the question of her husband, Fiona could only chuckle.

“He’s out there showing off about your marriage. What else is there for him to do? Before this, you brought Logan and his family back home, and the neighbors started all sorts of rumors. Your dad was so angry at them. At first, he didn’t want to get involved, but the rumors got out of hand. So, he said that he should just use the chance to show off and shut them up.”

At the mention of her husband, she recalled something else and chuckled loudly. “Your dad said that the Jeffersons would send us a few million as an engagement gift. I bet you didn’t know about this. Two days ago, visitors kept pouring into our house, and they were all here to check if the engagement gift story was true. We finally sent the last person home close to ten at night.”

Lola listened to her mom’s stories and laughed for a while on the other end of the phone.

Fiona sounded merry when she talked about her husband. “Your dad has never taken anything seriously. This time, he is truly mad at them.”

Lola could only comfort her mother. “Don’t get angry at them. Aren’t the villagers always like that? They are jealous and mean. I’m used to it. Over these years, when I was busy working in the city and didn’t have time for a boyfriend, they did not stop gossiping behind my back. I knew about that very well. But look, I never got angry at them because they are not worth it.”

Fiona sighed. “Yeah, our neighbors in the village are like that. They have nothing much to do all day. When they are cooped up at home, they can only gossip about others. After many years, I have gotten used to their attitudes. Let them gossip. The most important thing is that we live a good life.”

Lola agreed to that and brought up another matter. “Logan’s family seems to have set a date for the wedding—it should be a month later. They will likely kick-start the planning soon.”

The news made Fiona excited, and she smiled. “Great, great, now that you registered your marriage, you should definitely hold a wedding soon.”

Then, Lola brought up another topic to her mom. “Logan briefly suggested to me earlier that he wanted to have both of you move in with us. If you’re around, I’d feel more reassured. After work, I can visit the two of you.”

Although Fiona politely turned down the suggestion, she clearly sounded swayed and hesitant.

Lola added, “I personally think that it’s a good idea. Look at the villagers—they’re gossiping too much. When you received a huge gift after our wedding, I don’t know how bad the rumors would become. It’s going to be hard on Dad and you. Why don’t you leave the village and enjoy life over here? Isn’t that better than listening to the mean gossip at home?”