Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Sophia got in Alexander's car. The car's heater was on, forming a stark contrast in temperature with the cold weather outside.

A faint scent of cologne wafted in the car. Sophia recognized the smell. It was the cologne Alexander often used.

Alexander's cologne was a special blend. It was a light but deep scent. One would not be able to smell it if they were even half a meter away. However, they would be able to catch the light scent of it if they were in close proximity to him. His cologne had lime, citrus, and mint as its top notes, with cypress plus ebony as its heart notes, as well as a mix of orchids and musk as its base notes.

When Sophia first married Alexander, she had learned perfumery to prepare a birthday present for him.

Sophia was naturally bright, so she could easily pick up anything. She had spent three months practicing perfumery and concocted a bottle of day-to-day use cologne for Alexander. However, Thalia had broken the cologne before it even reached Alexander's hands.

It seemed like everything was meant to be.

Sophia snapped back to her senses. Outside the windshield, Alexander had hung up his phone. After Yvonne said something to him, he turned around and glanced at Sophia. Then, he approached her. “I already called Felix. Yvonne asked me to send you back first.”

Sophia raised a brow. “How long will it take for Felix to get here?”

Yvonne was a young and beautiful woman, so Sophia was worried about leaving her alone on a deserted road.

“In fifteen minutes.”

“Can we wait for him?”

Alexander answered, “Sure.”

Then, he turned to look at her and said, “You and Yvonne are close.”

Upon hearing that, Sophia shifted her gaze and said, “We're both Ms. Suny's subordinates.”

Alexander did not seem interested in Suny. “You didn't work those three years. Was it because of me?

Sophia stared at him in silence.

She had no intention of answering his obvious question.

Alexander lowered his gaze as she kept quiet. No one knew what was on his mind. One to two seconds later, he lifted his head again to look at her. “Sorry,” he said.

He always thought she was a gold-digger who married into a wealthy family. Instead, he had forgotten that no matter how bad Sophia was, she was the top scholar in her state that year. Her high scores had gotten her into the Department of Economics and Management at Jadeborough University.

Sophia did not want to talk about the past, so she turned to look outside the car window. There was a slightly cold expression on her face when she said, “It's all in the past.”

That's right. Those three years are all in the past.

Her ardor had been extinguished, and it was her turn to give him the cold shoulder.

Honestly, it feels pretty good.

After all, the two of them did not have a past worth reminiscing about, and bringing up the past would only upset everyone.

Alexander realized this too and did not mention the past again. When he saw that Sophia had her eyes closed, he asked, “Are you sleepy?”

Sophia did feel sleepy. Her routine had always been regular. She would always switch off the lights and go to bed around ten at night. At the latest, she would sleep at half-past ten.

It was almost ten o'clock. She had skimmed through two novels in the afternoon, so her eyes were tired. She had wanted to return to the mansion earlier to bathe, put on an eye mask, then go to sleep at ten. Unexpectedly, Delilah, whom Sophia had not seen for nearly twenty years, appeared and caused a commotion. Right then, the inside of the car felt warm and cozy as she tilted her head, about to fall asleep.

When she heard Alexander, she covered her mouth as she yawned, then answered, “Yeah. A little.”

As she spoke, a car approached them from the back and soon came to a stop.

Felix had arrived.

Sophia blinked to dismiss her fatigue. “Mr. Lane is here.”

Alexander started his car as he answered, “Yes.”

The engine of the black Maybach came to life. After driving past Yvonne's car, Alexander picked up his speed. Soon, in the rearview mirror, Felix and Yvonne turned into a small black dot.

Twenty minutes later, Alexander parked the car outside the mansion.

Sophia unfastened her seatbelt and said, “Thanks. I've reached home.”

“Sophia.”

She had just opened the car door when Alexander called out to her.

She turned around and looked at him. With a raised brow, she asked, “Yes?”

“Are you free this weekend? Let's grab a meal together.”

She merely smiled and replied, “Sorry. I'm not free.”

She would not have said yes even if she were free.

Alexander's eyes darkened as he nodded and said, “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Sophia got out of the car and opened the gate before entering the front yard.

She wore a white coat that day. Alexander recalled how sleepy she had looked just now. She reminded him of a Persian cat he saw napping beside a fireplace — cold, but beautiful.

Soon, her white figure entered the mansion, and the door closed. With that, he could not see anything anymore.

Alexander retreated his gaze and glanced at the seat Sophia sat in earlier.

I wonder what perfume she uses. The scent is just like her. It's faint and light but lingering.

Sophia was somewhat tired that day, so she simply answered Katherine's text and then went to shower.

It was already late by the time she came out of the shower. Katherine asked her to go to sleep first, and they could continue their conversation the next day. Sophia glanced at her phone and did not reply to Katherine's message.

She turned off the lights and went to bed after preparing oatmeal for tomorrow's breakfast.

As for Bethany, Sophia would deal with her after she woke up.

When the alarm clock rang, Sophia opened her eyes.