Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Sara knew it in her heart. As for the past, bygones be bygones. If a woman was too smart, she would not live a happy life.

But it didn't mean that she had forgiven Jacob. She was just trying to relieve their relationship.

"Are you hungry?" After sending the doctor away, Jacob immediately turned around and asked.

Sara nodded with a stiff expression on her face. She still had a lingering fear of what happened yesterday. She was still feeling headache. She didn't know if it was because she was beaten by the strong men or it was just the result of hangover.

She was still hungry, which meant she was fine.

But it was true that she was terribly frightened. There was no wound on Sara's throat, but she just couldn't make a sound.

"Winnie has made some porridge. I'll ask her to bring it up," then Jacob stood up and went out.

Sara's mind was still blank. She couldn't speak or think about anything. She just felt hungry and wanted to eat.

She had lived a simple life, but life pushed her learn to be complicated.

There was a trace of warmth in the familiar environment. Despite the coldness in the air, Sara felt warm in her heart.

Winnie brought a small table with a plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge with minced pork and preserved egg.

The food on the small table looked warm and sweet. Perhaps this was her real home. No matter what she ate, she would feel happy.

"You've drunk too much wine, I asked Winnie to cook some light food. You can eat something else when you feel better. " It was rare for Jacob to speak so calmly. If it was before, he would definitely blame her.

Sara nodded thoughtfully and didn't deny it.

When she was reaching for the bowl, Jacob picked it up.

The porridge in his hand was steaming hot. The porridge was white and the meat was soft. It looked good.

Jacob scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his mouth and blew it gently. "Let me feed you. You need a good rest."

There was no big change in her expression. Maybe she would be moved to tears in the past, but now her inner feelings were just so so.

She was no longer the girl who would be moved by this kind of trifles. Even if he didn't feed her, she could do it by herself.

There were only two of them in the bedroom. They could have be an affectionate couple. But he didn't tell her about his love for her until she stopped expecting that.

blew on the porridge and

his memory, Sara didn't open her mouth. Jacob said calmly,

ate a bowl of porridge obediently. In fact, she really wanted to eat that dish of pickles. Because the porridge was tasteless. Perhaps it was because the wine had stayed in her stomach for too

a bowl of

quickly went back upstairs. He didn't dare to ask anything about what happened

kind of accidents should be forgotten naturally rather than mentioned once and once

ask what happened either. They knew that it was

a row, Sara barely got out of bed. It was

up at the

she was in a daze, she actually thought of nothing.

felt sad when he saw her like that, but he had no way to change

could only let her

morning, Sara was finally

was feeding her porridge. She said, "It's

With a smile on his face, he said, "You can

her eyes wide open, she heard that some people would selectively lose part of their memory, voice or hearing after

When she finally experienced it, she found

was having lunch after

to go home..." her voice was neither loud nor low, sounding a

been driven

a deal with your father." Jacob remained calm on his

he had offended all the closest people

to go home." It was not a consultation, but a statement. Sara looked at Jacob

reason. Was she be of use to him again?

moment. Was he pretending to

then he

had lost his confidence. In the past, he always acted on his own and would never change his mind for anyone else.

he gave in to Sara. They were just hurting each other if they both take tough stance. It would do no good to both of them.

I'll drive you back later." Jacob was

another quarrel, but the result

a beat. This time, many unusual things

try every means to find fault with her,

the affairs of the

the show. They needed to solve their own problems.