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.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” he says, his tone softens.

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

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

appreciate your concern,” Sophia finally adds, her voice softer. “But I’ll be okay. It’s

can answer, the blinding headlights of an

her growing panic. “I can feel your heart racing,” Alexander says, holding her

find the words to respond. She merely shakes her head, holding on tightly to Alexander’s hand, her fingers interlocked

pour relentlessly, further obscuring their vision. The sound of raindrops on the car roof is drowned out by the thumping of

He gently squeezes her hand

colliding with them. The vehicle swerves past at the last moment, and Alexander instinctively moves closer to Sophia,

of nervousness and concern,

gratitude. She nods, finding her voice again. “Yes, just give me a moment,” she manages to reply, her voice

the scent of rain and the warmth of Alexander’s embrace. Gradually, her

the storm outside continues

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

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