After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#182 “Stay back!”

Sophia had led Alexander to her grandfather’s office, a place filled with memories and secrets. They sat on the floor, surrounded by stacks of documents that detailed their family’s tangled history. Alexander had pulled Sophia into his lap, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. Despite the seriousness of their situation, he found himself lost in the warmth of her embrace.

As Sophia explained the significance of the documents, Alexander’s mind drifted, consumed by thoughts of Sophia and the intoxicating scent of her perfume. He knew he should be paying attention, that their discovery could have far-reaching consequences, but at that moment, all he could think about was her.

“Are you listening to me?” Sophia’s voice cut through his reverie, bringing him back to the present.

“Mmm,” he murmured absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on her.

“Alexander, this is important,” Sophia chided gently, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Did I tell you that when you concentrate you wrinkle your nose? It’s awfully sweet,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with affection.

“If I kiss you, will you promise to concentrate too?” she asked playfully, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Alexander replied with a grin, unable to resist her

her lips meeting his in a gentle,

touch, his heart soaring with the intensity of their connection. He deepened the kiss, losing himself in the taste of her lips and the

as

flipped out,” Alexander said, his voice laced with amusement as

she turned back to the

documents hold the key

leaned in closer to study

serious. “It seems that our grandfathers were involved in some shady dealings with the mafia,” she explained, her voice tinged with

discovery. “So, if these documents were what the mafia wanted, it means they’re willing to go to great lengths to keep their secrets buried,” he mused,

her voice soft but resolute. ” Which means we need to tread

in his, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of uncertainty swirling around them. “I trust you, Sophia,” he said earnestly,

the unwavering support of the man she loved. “Together,” she echoed, her voice

secrets were to get out, it could seriously damage our

and Ben stumbled into the room, a stranger holding him at gunpoint. Sophia

“Ben!” she exclaimed.

back, Sophia,” Ben warned, his eyes darting nervously between her and the stranger. “This

want with those documents?” Sophia’s voice was