There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

"No. I am not good, not good at all!"

"Jean, I haven't been and never will be good without you…" Arthur's voice sounded anguished. "Ever since you left me, I have been living in sadness and regret."

"You are drunk. You'd better go to sleep." Jean cut in and was ready to hang up the phone. Though Arthur was drunk, it seemed to Jean that he could fend for himself.

But suddenly there was a great thud from the other side of the phone, which gave Jean quite a shock. "Arthur, are you ok?"

"Sorry," only after a while did Arthur manage to answer, "I just fell off the bed."

Jean pinched her forehead to ease her worry, and she asked, "Are you on the top floor? Which room are you in?"

Arthur told her the room number but then fell into silence, so Jean had to put on her coat and went to him. The deputy manager was drunk and Jean's assistant must also be tired by now; they would not know Jean was gone.

Jean soon reached the top floor. When she rang the doorbell, it took a while before Arthur opened it, and he fell on her the moment she walked into the room.

dragged Jean down, and she helped Arthur back into bed with great difficulties. "I

arms, without much effort, and he turned over to embrace her. Arthur smiled elatedly, "I drank the deputy manager under the table so I get the chance to stay with you. He was so drunk that he won't notice you are here with

So that was the reason

"Don't you feel uncomfortable

head on her shoulder, he mumbled, "but I think it was quite worthy." Though his stomach didn't feel well, he was content to

saying, "You seem fine to me. I will

supposed to let her go once she was in his room. He turned over and covered his forehead, as if in great pain,

putting the glass back. So, she had to put it down on the night table and the next moment was dragged

you are by my side can I have a good rest." Holding Jean tight, Arthur said in a low voice, "I mean it, Jean. Ever since you were gone, I haven't had a good sleep. Can't you give me another chance? I am sorry. Please forgive

to Jean. He had tried to do so before but had been rejected by Jean again and again. So, he decided that this time he would tell her no matter what, and to do this, Arthur invited the deputy manager to dinner and drank him down. Arthur knew this was his

hurt her so much, that at first Jean couldn't believe his words of passionate love. Lying on the bed, she stared at Arthur blankly. While Arthur became agitated from the silence, he rose up to look at her, nervousness

about going back to her room lest the deputy manager couldn't find her tomorrow, Arthur was quite excited that he kept having her like mad. In the end, she couldn't gather any strength to go back to

still had time to go back to her room. But when she

to check in for work but he got lots of time. So, he hadn't changed his clothes and was still wearing the loose bathrobe. Jean could feel his tough muscles easily, which