After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#99 “Let’s not Turn This into A Battlefield.”

The food had been served to them and Sophia was more than pleased with the look of all the dishes. She sensed that Benjamin and Alexander were no longer in the mood despite the banter they had exchanged so far.

Sophia, attempting to lighten the mood, initiated the conversation. “I must say, after all the plotting and scheming, I’ve worked up quite an appetite. I’m glad we got outside and I can get away from everything that’s going on for a little bit.”

Benjamin, however, seized the moment to assert his own agenda. He turned his gaze toward Alexander, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Speaking of appetites, Alexander, I’ve always wondered how your taste in certain matters has evolved over time.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow, his expression guarded. “And what might those matters be, Benjamin?”

Benjamin leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, let’s talk about your pursuit of Sophia. I remember a time when you were relentless in trying to win her back after your divorce. What changed?”

Sophia, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation, exchanged a perplexed glance with Alexander.

Alexander, however, remained composed, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Ah, Benjamin, you always had a way of digging up the past. But I thought we agreed to focus on the present.”

Benjamin persisted, his tone edged with subtle mockery. “Oh, we can focus on the present, but it’s hard to ignore the echoes of the past, especially when they involve Sophia.”

Let’s not turn this into a trip in the past. We’re

desire to assert his standing, pressed on. “Alexander, I’ve always wondered if your pursuit of Sophia was

I made mistakes, and my pursuit of Sophia after our divorce is none of your business. Sophia and I

you are, still entangled in her life. I can’t

flashing with irritation. “Endangers her? That’s quite an accusation, Benjamin. I’ve been there for Sophia when she needed support,

the tension escalate, attempted to mediate. “Guys, let’s not ruin this lunch with old grievances. Benjamin, your concerns are appreciated, but Alexander

possessive? I’ve seen the way you hover around her, Alexander. It’s not healthy, and it’s

tip of his tongue. “I don’t need your approval or your assessment

tone. “Enough, both of you. This is not the time or the place to rehash old arguments. We’re

would be wise for you to stay at the hotel where I’m currently staying. It’s centrally located,

at my place. It’s quiet, comfortable, and

be made. After a moment of contemplation, she turned to Alexander. “I appreciate your concern, Alexander. I think I’ll take you up on your offer. It makes sense, considering the

a forced smile, conceded, “Well,

the night had fully descended on London. The city’s lights glittered, casting a surreal glow on the cobblestone

her stay. Benjamin, feeling like an unwanted spectator, hovered at

completed the check-in process, Alexander handed her the key card with a reassuring smile. “You’ll be safe here. If you need anything,

way to the elevator, leaving Benjamin and Alexander alone in the lobby. The silence that

on having her stay with

concerned about her safety, Benjamin. This city can be unpredictable,

irritation evident. “Secure? Or is it just another move in your game to win her over? You