There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Sylvie laughed and said, "She did say that, didn't she? I have got to teach her a lesson some time. Oh, and you're not just better than her nephew. You totally whop him."

Sylvie complemented the man in his face very proudly, while he cocked his lip into a gentle smile.

He was still leaning against the trunk, in the way he felt nicer holding the woman.

Finally, he had kissed her and hold her as closely as that. He wished she could have stayed in his arms forever.

But with people walking by, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to stay that way, so he stroke the woman's silky hair and said softly, "You'd better go home and grab some sleep, and I will go to the hotel. As much I want to stay with you, it aches my heart to see you sleep-deprived."

Sylvie rose from his arms, and just when she was about to say something, Lucien held her hand again. "Let's go. I will walk you home."

She then kept quiet, following him back to her parents' house meekly.

What she had meant to say was that it would be fine to sleep at the hotel and she knew that he wouldn't cross the line, but she was discouraged to say that after the interruption.

As soon as she got home, her mother started to question her, "What are you doing here? Did I not tell you to show him around?"

Sylvie, who had thrown herself into the couch, was drowsing. "He asked to go home and take some nap."

The parents looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that he was a very loving boyfriend.

"Go to your bedroom," said the mother to the daughter, who murmured something, got up and went back to her room. But the former soon followed after her into the room.

into the woman who set you up with her

you know that?" asked Sylvie,

are home, and said that she seemed to have seen

see her, but

a regretful and reproachful tone, "Why did you hide? You should have shown her how great your boyfriend is, so that she can just stop

"That's the way she is.

just make her worse when she became

her daughter so sensible. Normally, any woman who had a boyfriend like Lucien would be so proud and couldn't wait to show him off, but she was

a nod, she said, "You're right. She can't stand to see others being happy. You did a right

to sleep." With that the mother got up and left. Sylvie was finally able

things didn't always go well. That evening when Lucien came to take her and her parents out

deadly firm on Lucien before she surveyed him from head to toe. Afterwards, there was a blaze of strike and delight

to hold hands with Lucien in front of her parents, so the woman thought he was just a relative of the Steinfeld's. It never occurred to her that he was Sylvie's

he was their relative, she could fix him up with her daughter, who had

to drive that car parked near them. It was a Bentley, which she couldn't afford, but she could recognize it thanks to her

he could see the greed and evil in that middle-aged woman with only one look. He soon came forward and held Sylvie's hand, and introduced himself smilingly, "Hi, ma'am, nice

look on her face was quite a spectacle, which was worse than having a housefly in

wealthy man

get her nephew, how could she get a

was ecstatic to see her jealous and bitter face. She had never expected to get to give her a slap in the face like that, though she had been driven crazy by the woman's

the mother's face. "Yeah, he's Sylvie's boyfriend.