There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

She even found several pieces of the cocktail dress.

Maisie popped out of the cloakroom, asking him, "Why did you get me cocktail dresses?"

Ezra propped up from the bed, and answered, "Tomorrow there's a dinner party. I want you to go with me."

Maisie frowned, "Me? Is that appropriate?"

As a woman engaged in business, she was clear that people like Ezra need to attend various occasions at the end of the year. But still, she was startled that he was bringing her.

Ezra hummed, "What's inappropriate? You are Mrs. Cantillo. If I don't go with you, who should I go with?"

Maisie tried to explain, "I mean is it appropriate to bring a family member to the party? And is it a bit awkward for others to see me at such an event? You know, we just got married."

"You don't want to go with me, do you?" Ezra narrowed his eyes and pointed out what was going on in Maisie's mind.

She pressed her lips, refraining from saying a word.

To expose their relationship was not in her plan. Who would know the meeting with Nancy at the airport could stir so much popularity? It even went on hot trending.

If she were to go with him, the tie between them would only become stronger.

So she didn't want to go with him, truly.

After staring at Maisie for who knew how long a time, Ezra pulled the quilt over to cover himself and, like her, refused to respond to the outer world.

His discontent Maisie sensed. But the question was, she thought she did not do anything wrong. And instead of trying to comfort him or initiate a conversation, Maisie simply went to the bathroom.

Ezra who was trying to blur the line all the time. Maisie had told him before they got married about the divorce thing, but he always ignored her, hoping they could

moment the door was closed, Ezra sprung up

appeared more clear to him that Maisie didn't care a little about him. She was totally indifferent to his state of mind. Whether he was happy or not she didn't care. She never was

out of depression. Well, better to alleviate the tension himself. Otherwise, he should suffer if she truly

sleeping on the baby's bed and went to lie down on

Maisie sleep on a couch, though the couch was indeed uncomfortable for a man of his height. While

of the night in China, Mr. Cantillo?

sufficient proof that it was sarcasm. Nina knew at this stage there couldn't be any intimacy between him and Maisie. What

to leave.

return, Nina sent a list of lol. Ezra, on his part, believed that was

on his observation of what happened between Julian and Emilia, someone who took delight in

an idea that might help

interest

another baby, well, if you had the

idea was hardly helpful. If he had the chance, Ezra wouldn't

mind. Ezra could not help imagining what their next child would look like. He hoped they could

heart. He used to laugh at Julian for being servile to his daughter, now

immediately dropped the phone and pretended that he had fallen asleep, or Maisie would drag him to sleep on

the couch with his long

called his name in a

on the bed, didn't they? Why was he on

She shook him slightly

rolled over and turned his face to the

frowned. He had fallen asleep while

and approached him to see whether he was truly