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?"

moment he picked up the

of the bathroom and queried with a serious look, "What do you

over at once? I need

his sentence as Lance brought the conversation

it's something trivial, but I'm in the middle of something serious that requires Amora’'s attention! On the other hand, Amora, who had just made her way out of the bathroom, noticed that someone had accessed her phone

at Lance and asked, "Did

the dark, so he answered with a deadpan look,

put on a bathrobe, continued drying her hair and asked, "Has he mentioned anything? Is everything fine on his

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

stared at the woman in front of him with his mouth agape while she asked,

seemed to be unaware of Lance's odd expression as the only concern she

they suddenly heard someone unlocking

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

instructed, "Get

"Huh?"

her a few

he always been such a control freak? What's wrong with wearing a bathrobe?

he saw Lance strolling on his phone languidly

Why did you hang up my call? Weren't

her shower.Should I have handed her the phone instead of

"Y-You—"