Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jacob sat on the sofa dejectedly, followed by Sara. The two kept a distance from each other.

James suddenly said, "By the way, you must haven't had breakfast yet, right? I've prepared it for you. It's in the dining room. Go and have breakfast." It seemed that James just remembered it. He really forgot it just now.

Jacob had planned to tell him that he didn't have appetite, but it made Sara feel embarrassed to eat alone. He had no choice but to take Sara to the dining room.

The silent atmosphere was like a thick wall between the two people. It made Sara too depressed to breathe. She had to bear it.

All kinds of appetizing food were placed on the table. Glancing at Jacob, Sara thought, 'Although I'm not in the mood to eat, I have to pretend. Otherwise, it's not reasonable.'

Sitting down to eat the breakfast quietly, Sara didn't say anything. She was afraid that her words would make Jacob unhappy, although she didn't know why she cared so much about it. Maybe it was because of Michael.

Jacob looked at Sara, who was eating breakfast silently, and asked, "Sara, why do people die?"

Sara was almost choked by his words. Although she had tried so hard to avoid mentioning the word "death". She didn't expect Jacob would put it forward.

After a pause, Sara continued, "Everything has a beginning and an end."

Jacob squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something after hearing this. After a long while, Jacob asked, "Where is the master you mentioned last time?"

Raising her eyes to look at Jacob, for a moment, Sara felt that he was not that annoying.

Jacob stopped. He had no appetite, and now it was even more difficult for him to eat.

Jacob still looked indifferent, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

a pause, Sara looked up at Jacob. She didn't know since when the arrogance and coldness in Jacob's eyes had disappeared.

to them, but Jacob let them out. In the big dining room, Jacob wanted to say

be buried in the heart. Jacob lowered

shrug, Sara took a sip of porridge

proved that there was no favor, and everything in front of them was the same. So did the breakfast in front of them.

a while, Sara finally picked up an omelet. She was used to eating other foods, and finally she found that the simpler the food,

of her, it was a simple cake. However, when the cook introduced it to her for the first time, Sara

were imported from New Zealand. Even the water was transported back home after melting the snow in the Alps. Not to mention

Jacob felt at this time. Since they had divorced, the two had no intersection. However, one day of married life

her sympathy. Sara knew it this better than anyone else. However, it was precisely because of this that Sara felt

meal awkwardly, Sara breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely relaxed. It was time for

the balcony. Jacob walked over and leaned against James's back.

the meaning of Podocarpus macrophyllus was to live a long life and bring good luck and health to the family. This

others, he had a wide range of hobbies. Besides, James was only in his early 50's. He looked very young.

and pointed at the Podocarpus macrophyllus in front of him with his left hand. "When I was about to buy it, my brother said it was not

nodded. He took the watering can from James and sprinkled some water into the brawny basin. "Is my father still in a coma? Did you

living in the villa since last month, but it produced very little effect." James lowered his head and seemed to have something difficult to say.

go to the hospital? " Jacob changed the subject. He couldn't help but turn to look

confused, although she couldn't tell what was going on. But ever since