There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Emelia hurriedly stepped forward and turned off the fire. She grabbed Julian's hand and placed it under the tap. "Hurry up and splash your hand with cold water."

Julian allowed her to do whatever she wanted and said with regret, "I'm sorry. I'm so useless that I can't even cook a meal."

For some reason, Emelia felt that the way he looked now was... very cheap, but even though she knew that he was pretending, she could not ignore him. She could only comfort him and said, "It's nothing. I was like this when I first learned how to cook."

Julian held her in his arms with his uninjured hand and asked in a low voice, "Have you been burnt before?"

He remembered that she said that she could cook when she was very young, because Oliver's wife, who was her adoptive mother, was in poor health. And she couldn't count on Oliver to cook at all, so she could only take care of her mother on her own.

Emelia smiled sheepishly at him. "No."

She just said that to comfort him, so that he didn't think that he was clumsy. Not everyone was as untalented as him on cooking.

Ever since the first time she cooked, she had never been burnt by oil.

Julian was already over thirty years old, and still he got himself burnt. Emelia really didn't know what to say.

But because of this burn, Emelia withdrew her aloofness towards him. She even helped him apply the ointment and warned him of getting the wound wet.

He had also tasted a meal made by Emelia. Ever since he had divorced her, aside from eating the noodles made by her several times, he hadn't eaten anything cooked by her any more.

Julian tasted the familiar cuisine and secretly felt that his burn was worth it.

However, he soon regretted it.

Julian had calculated Emelia's period and thought that they could be intimate.

In the evening, after taking a shower, Emelia had just come out of the bathroom when she was carried to the bed by Julian.

do, so she raised his

"What's wrong? Hasn't your menstruation

hand's burnt."

knew that he had put on a show to stop the cold war between them, but she's also learned to be clever. Although she knew that he had restraind his desire so bad, she had still intentionally used the burn as an

"It's just a small injury, and it doesn't affect me

small blister on my

physical strength, he could do it with one

her hand and gently patted him on the face to comfort him. "Be good and bear with it. Let's talk

left,

and lay

he survive this long and

really torture me like this and I get sick, believe it or not, I'll tie you up to the Civil Hall and get married again. You have to be responsible for

trouble for nothing. Don't tell me that men cannot live without women. Besides, don't you

her words, but she still didn't open the door. He couldn't just break in. In the end, he could only return to his

did when he was alone in the empty room was to call out Arthur in the group chat. "Is there any way to immediately recover from

Arthur replied directly, "No."

him, "Didn't you say that you didn't apply ointment on purpose to make the wound heal slower? Why do you

Emelia feel sorry for him, he had intentionally not applied any ointment to make his wound heal a bit slower. But who would have thought that now, Emelia used this reason to reject

if he could see through

that Ezra could never say anything good, so he

again to take a shower to stop being angry. When he came back and checked his mobile phone again, he found that they had sent a lot of messages. He thought that they were talking about

was even more

lacked now was not the knowledge of

lacked

he lacked was