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.

with a

him, her lips meeting his in a gentle,

intensity of their connection. He deepened the kiss, losing himself in the taste of her lips and the softness of her

shivers down his spine as he

to me before I completely flipped out,” Alexander

she turned back to the

saying that these documents hold

leaned in closer to study the documents spread out

our grandfathers were involved in some shady dealings with the mafia,” she explained, her voice tinged with concern. “There are mentions of clandestine transactions, hidden

he absorbed her words, his mind racing with the implications of their discovery. “So, if these documents were what the mafia wanted, it means they’re

she agreed, her voice soft but resolute. ” Which means we need to tread carefully from now on. We can’t afford

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

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

these secrets were to get out, it could seriously

door burst open, and Ben stumbled into the room, a stranger holding him

“Ben!” she exclaimed.

eyes darting nervously between her and the stranger. “This guy wants

want with those