My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

The anxious Amora started pacing back and forth in the room.

She asked, "Lennie, are you sure he's going to be fine on his own? Will anything bad happen to him?"

Lance, who was lying on the couch, furrowed his brows when he heard Amora's question.

His abysmal pair of eyes flickered as he answered her query in a sarcastic manner, "If you're worried about him, why don't you hail a cab and go after him? I'm pretty sure you'll make it in time if you depart immediately."

Alright, what the heck is wrong with him? Why won't he stop picking on me? Instead of starting a fight, she got herself something to eat to make the most out of her limited time.

"Lennie, grab something to eat! I'm sure you're starving after such a long flight!"

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Lance, who was seated on the couch, had his eyes glued to his phone with a frown as though he was occupied with something important.

Amora wondered if he was in the middle of another game.

In the end, she placed his favorite sandwich and a cup of milk in front of him.

In order to get herself ready for the appointment with her client, she headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

Buzz! Buzz! All of a sudden, the phone she left behind started ringing.

Lance looked up and finally strode over after a few seconds since the caller showed no signs of giving up.

"Hello?"

up the

queried with a serious look, "What do you want from

get your cousin over at once? I need

couldn't even finish his sentence as Lance brought the conversation to an abrupt halt by hanging

his mind? I'll let it slide if it's something trivial, but I'm in the middle of something serious that requires Amora’'s attention! On

looked at Lance and asked, "Did anyone call

so he answered with a deadpan look, "There

put on a bathrobe, continued drying her hair

his eyes glued to his phone, but when he caught a whiff

him with his mouth agape while she asked,

the only concern she had in mind was

they suddenly heard someone unlocking the door from

she could come to her senses, Lance, who was Seated on the couch, dragged her into the

"Get

"Huh?"

utterly dumbfounded while the young man handed her a few garments as soon as he

control freak? What's wrong with wearing a bathrobe? Meanwhile, Solomon had made his way

Lance strolling on his phone languidly with his

are you up to? Why did you hang up my

I have

"Y-You—"