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.”

eyes. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you

by his understanding, says, “It’s just… the thunderstorms have always made me a bit

rain continues to drum against the car’s roof,

voice softer. “But I’ll be okay. It’s

him a grateful smile, touched by his genuine care. But before Sophia can answer, the blinding headlights of an approaching car beam directly into

comfort and reassurance amid her growing panic. “I can feel your

the words to respond. She merely shakes her head, holding on tightly to

continues to pour relentlessly, further obscuring their vision. The sound of raindrops on the

his voice steady and calming. He gently squeezes her hand as if to

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

safety. Whispering with a mix of nervousness and concern, he says, “It’s

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

deep breath, she tries to steady her nerves, taking in the scent of rain and the warmth of

continue their journey, the storm outside continues

realization hits her – their position feels overly intimate, especially when she accidentally brushes against Alexander’s solid chest and abs in her flustered state. Feeling a tinge of embarrassment, she awkwardly loosens her grip, creating a subtle but perceptible physical distance

your past? Do you have any traumatic memories that the storm might have