After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#28 “You Can Trust Me.”

Sophia briefly glances at Alexander, attempting to read his emotions, but her main focus remains on the driver navigating the challenging road and weather conditions. With a polite nod, she refrains from probing further or pushing for more information.

Alexander takes a moment to reflect, seemingly contemplating his choice of words about Michael. However, as he begins to speak, his words flow resolutely.

“Let me be clear, Michael is far from being a kind individual,” he confesses, his words deliberate and unwavering. We harbor unresolved conflicts from our history. I strongly advise you to keep your distance from him.”

Recognizing the potential impact of his authoritative delivery, he swiftly interjects, “To put it mildly, I strongly urge you to stay away from him. Believe me when I say it is genuinely in your best interest.”

Sophia shifts her attention from the road to Alexander, offering him a reassuring smile. However, deep down, she knows she won’t be heeding his advice. He is the last person she would ever take advice from.

As her focus returns to the road, Alexander’s concern becomes more transparent. Breaking the silence, he asks, “Is everything okay? You seem… off.”

Sophia takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. She appreciates his concern but can’t shake off her emotions entirely. “It’s just the storm,” she replies, her voice steady despite the lingering unease. “I’ll be alright.”

in his eyes. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” he says, his tone softens. “If something is bothering

the thunderstorms have always made me

moment. The rain continues to drum against the car’s roof, providing a rhythmic backdrop to their

softer. “But I’ll be okay. It’s just

blinding headlights

“I can feel your heart racing,” Alexander says, holding her hand firmly.

She merely shakes

raindrops on the car roof is drowned out by the thumping of Sophia’s heart, echoing loudly

Alexander coaches, his voice steady and calming. He gently squeezes her hand as if

headlights on narrowly misses colliding with them. The vehicle swerves past at the last moment, and Alexander instinctively moves

her close, his touch bringing a sense of warmth and safety. Whispering with a mix of nervousness and concern, he

mix of emotions flooding through her fear, vulnerability, and gratitude. She nods, finding her voice again. “Yes, just give me a moment,”

in the scent of rain and the warmth of Alexander’s

journey, the storm outside

position feels overly intimate, especially when she accidentally brushes against Alexander’s solid chest and

Alexander asks, “Is it the storm? Is it something from your past? Do you have any traumatic memories that