Ex-wife, Please Come Back

What Sara needed was not a man, but a good man. A good man was as rare as a good woman. Everyone had weakness. One wouldn't suddenly change because of the others. It was hard to change a person's nature, not to mention Bess.

"Sara, it's late now. Let's go back and have a rest." Bess said slowly.

Sherry also came over with a crayfish in her hand. It could be seen that she was enjoying it.

"It's time to go back, Sara. I haven't eaten enough yet. " Sherry said while eating the crayfish.

Suddenly, Sara felt she was overcome with a feeling of nausea by the greasy lobster. She rushed out of the pavilion, ran to the nearby bathroom and vomited.

Did she suffer from anorexia because she was in a bad mood after divorce? Not daring to think further, Sara stopped guessing. She must haven't eaten well for a long time. She ate too much toasted fish today, so her stomach was stimulated.

With her eyes wide open, Sherry watched Sara run out and said in an aggrieved tone, "do I really look so terrible when I eat? I've made him Sara like this."

Pretending not to know, Bess replied without blame, "I told you to restrain yourself, but you didn't listen to me. You are a girl, but you don't care about your image at all." And she also glanced at Thompson.

Sherry blushed with shyness, "I thought there was no outsider here. I'll restrain myself next time."

Hearing Sherry said 'there was no outsider', Thompson was very happy. To win a woman's heart, first of all, he had to win her bestie back. Since her bestie no longer treated her as an outsider, wouldn't it be closer to the beauty?

Thompson said joyfully, "It's not Sherry's fault. I must have roasted the fish too greasy so it made Sara uncomfortable. I'll go to see Sara. You can wait here. ."

Bess shrugged, as if she didn't know. But in her heart, she was thinking, 'could it be that...

When Sara came out of the bathroom, she saw that Thompson was waiting for her at the door.

With an embarrassed smile, Sara explained, "I don't have a good appetite recently. I always can't eat anything. I ruined your cooking, Mr. Thompson. Please don't take it to heart. "

Since you are not in good health, I shouldn't have cooked such greasy food for you. Besides, don't call me Mr. Thompson in the future. It's strange. You can call my name directly. With

Sara had already run away from Thompson. She knew the consequences of not leaving. She didn't love or like Thompson. She just took him as a friend. Besides, sometimes she

Jacob was also cold and domineering, but he had always been clear about his behavior. He had a clear distinction between love and hate, regardless of everyone's feelings, so he had offended a lot of

smile at the corners of his mouth. 'Sara, you will be my woman sooner or later, ' he

she ate the roasted fish to Jacob. With a postscript: Jacob. See, without you, how beautiful Sara is!

infuriated when he read the

are you so angry?" Alice was frightened. She didn't know why

and said, "this document is

was also shocked by his anger. How could he not control himself? She was already his ex-wife. How could she be so

with another man behind his back and dressed

her eyes were blurred. Under the dim light, she could still see a smile

another man. She couldn't wait to date another man. Why hadn't he seen it before? Would they live together tonight? What if the paparazzi took pictures of

fit of anger, Jacob

became, but he couldn't lose his temper directly. The subordinate had no choice but to suffer. When the staff heard the president's anger, they hurried in to explain. Jacob broke out into

up to Jacob and asked him what happened. Jacob also said that he wanted to

kill

seduce my

thought of Sara's smiling face, as if he had suffered a

was going to call

know if it was an illusion or not, but

heart sank. Every time she went out to hang out, he would meet her. Did he meet her again this time? Was Jacob really a nightmare that she couldn't escape from?

her? Sara hesitated whether she should answer the phone or not.

and took a look at her phone. "Answer it. Why don't