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,

Sara looked up at Jacob. She didn't know since when the arrogance and coldness in Jacob's eyes had disappeared. Was it an illusion? She still answered calmly,

Jacob wanted to say something, but he couldn't. It seemed that he had

there was something that could only be buried in the heart. Jacob lowered his eyes and said softly,

shrug, Sara took a sip of

hesitate if they had too many choices. It only proved that there was no favor, and everything 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, the more exquisite it

her, it was a simple cake. However, when the

water was transported back home after melting the snow in the Alps. Not to mention other ingredients. Such good materials to cook naturally was not bad. The egg cake was crispy and

the table in front of Sara was hard for her to swallow. She knew how Jacob felt at this time. Since they had divorced, the two had

it was precisely because of this that Sara felt difficult to

breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely

silence. James was watering flowers on the balcony. Jacob walked over and leaned against James's back. The magnolia, kaleidoscope and cacti were still luxuriant in the early winter.

was a potted Podocarpus macrophyllus. In the tradition, the meaning of Podocarpus macrophyllus was to live a long life and bring

James was an interesting person. Different from others, he had a wide range of hobbies. Besides, James was only in his early 50's. He looked

about to buy it, my brother said it was not beautiful. However, my brother liked this Podocarpus macrophyllus the most. I have to come here to water

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

been living in the villa since last month, but it produced very little effect." James lowered his head

what happened? Why doesn't my father want to go to the hospital? " Jacob changed the subject. He couldn't help but turn to look

But ever since