There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Jean never expected that he would say something like this. She was choked.

"Don't you have a second degree in management? You are already better than me, even if you don't participate in the activity," said Jean. Then she rolled the suitcase and walked forward.

Arthur stepped swiftly to catch up. "You know I had a second degree?"

If his memory served him right, he didn't mention it to her.

It was ironic that they had had sex but they knew little about each other. No wonder he didn't know how to find her after she disappeared.

Jean hastened her steps at his question. He used to be famous among international students for being all-around and preeminent. People talked about him a lot.

She was then eccentric, occupied taking minor courses, and not interested in men. She had heard about him but didn't know what he looked like.

People said he was a personable rich kid.

After they had sex, he came to find her at her apartment, and someone recognized him. Jean then came to realize that she had slept with THE Arthur.

She didn't know she was so good at picking men. She easily found the most outstanding one.

Though Jean didn't answer, Arthur was quite happy, for he had made sure that she knew something about him. Otherwise, why did she know he had a management degree?

Having boarded, Jean asked for the blanket and put on the eye mask. By doing so, she also managed to kill any chance of talking with Arthur.

She was annoyed by Arthur's unexpected perseverance.

She thought he would no longer badger her after she shrugged him off and turned him down. But he had become this whole other person who was shameless and… possessive.

to question whether she knew him

closed her eyes,

the expo. It would take him the same period of time to take part in the training program. He would try to transform how she thought about

or accept him. At

But she was leaning towards the porthole

herself from his embrace and

yourself,"

with a sneer. She was always a tight sleeper, so she wouldn't move around, even on the plane.

It must be him.

in

hold her in his arms when she fell asleep. Then he also took a

sleep well

he had lost her, he was almost torn apart by remorse and pain.

dinner with his parent several days ago. The moment

up excuses, his mother, Abigail, said, "Did you split up with your

don't have a girlfriend. You also don't look like someone with

really his

that he didn't break

she mean by not

you to have a girlfriend. I'm already prepared

so livid that he couldn't

a feast and build up strength at home since he could eat nor sleep recently. Who would know that

helped Jean pick up her luggage. However, Jean took her own suitcase. "Pease don't bother me when we are

reason why he followed her abroad was to take this opportunity to make up with her. He didn't expect her to say something