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?"

he picked up the phone, Solomon asked,

looked in the direction of the bathroom and queried with a serious look,

cousin over at once? I need

brought the conversation to

he out of 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

and asked, "Did anyone call

he answered with a

had put on a bathrobe, continued drying her hair and asked, "Has he

caught a whiff of Amora's unique scent, he instinctively raised his

in front of him with his mouth

be unaware of Lance's odd expression as the only concern she had in mind

surprise, they suddenly heard

was Seated on the couch, dragged her into

instructed, "Get

"Huh?"

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

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

his phone languidly with his legs crossed, he couldn't

you up to? Why did you hang up my call? Weren't you aware that I

shower.Should I have handed her the phone instead

"Y-You—"