After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#61 “I’ve Never Met Anyone More Self-important Than You.”

The next evening, Alexander waited nervously outside Sophia’s office building. He knew she would be finishing work soon, and he didn’t want to disturb her in the office. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to present his invitation. He had come to invite her to his mother’s birthday party.

After clearing up some of their misunderstandings the previous day, she accepted his apology, but that didn’t guarantee she would accept his invitation. He hoped fervently that he could convince her.

Alexander couldn’t help but wonder if she would find it strange that the party would be held in the house where she used to live. He didn’t want to be a source of discomfort for her. He didn’t want his invitation to turn into another argument.

As the minutes ticked by, he kept his eyes on the entrance, waiting for her to emerge. When he finally spotted her leaving the building, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Her hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her elegance.

At first, Sophia didn’t notice him. She scanned the surroundings as if waiting for someone until her gaze landed on him. Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation and nervousness.

“Hello,” Alexander began as he approached her.

“Hello,” Sophia replied, her gaze finally settling on him. “I wanted to talk to you about something, and…” Alexander began, his words trailing off as he searched for the right way to broach the topic.

“Now? I can’t, I have a commitment,” Sophia replied. “Write me an email, and we can discuss it.”

Alexander hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I’d rather ask you in person than…”

Sophia cut him off again, her expression revealing the urgency of her situation. “I really can’t now. I’m sure it can wait.’

With a hint of frustration in his voice, Alexander insisted, “It won’t take long, Sophia.”

As he was about to provide more context, a flashy white Porsche 911 Carrera 4S pulled up in front of them. The powerful roar of the engine drowned out Alexander’s words, leaving their conversation hanging in the air.

Sophia’s attention shifted to the arrival of the sports car. She glanced at Alexander briefly, offering an apologetic smile.

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911 Carrera 4S pull up, his jaw clenched with anger. He knew all too well who was behind the wheel. Michael stepped out of the car and, with a

car and exchanged a few words with Michael before they drove away. Alexander’s anger simmered beneath the surface as he watched the car disappear

their complicated past, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Michael’s presence around Sophia was a dangerous proposition. As the anger welled

expression on Alexander’s face when they drove off. The sight

you taking me to dinner for our date?” Sophia asked, deciding to put thoughts of her ex aside for

“You know, Sophia, this dinner doesn’t count as a date. It’s merely preparation for

raised an eyebrow. “Preparation for a date?

car through the city’s evening traffic. Well, let’s just say this dinner

back in her

laughed. “I don’t mind playing it unfair if I know I’ll see you again,” he replied with a smile. “Oh, and by

piqued, she turned to Michael and asked, “So, do you have any

the intrigue. “I have a few ideas up my sleeve, but I’m open to suggestions. After all, it should be

for now. “You know what, Michael? I do

curiosity matched Sophia’s, and he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her proposal. “A surprise date, huh? That sounds interesting,”

to open Sophia’s door so he could show her the restaurant he had chosen for

car pulled up to the curb in front of Sophia’s apartment

door, offering Michael a polite smile. “Thank you for dinner, Michael. I had a

Sophia. I hope

her way towards the entrance of the building, he couldn’t help but wait

the distinct roar of a powerful engine echoed through the quiet street, and a familiar Aston Martin made a swift U-turn, coming to a stop

her.” Alexander’s voice was laced with irritation. Michael raised an eyebrow, his cool demeanor unwavering. “And I don’t remember ever listening to you, Alexander. Why do you think

retorted sharply. ” You need to stay

against his car, unyielding. “I’m not here to complicate her life, Alexander. I’m here because

doing it to get back at me for before. You’re trying to

measured and calm.

circus, Michael,”