After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

Chapter 100

#100 “You Have This Way of Making Everything Seem A Little Brighter.”

As soon as Sophia went up to her hotel room to rest, she noticed that suitcases were lined up next to her bedroom. It was her suitcases that were in her old hotel; she didn’t know when Alexander had managed to arrange the move, but she was very impressed.

Ever since she had come to London, Alexander had been so kind and attentive to her that she felt she owed him at least a thank you. Sophia started unpacking her luggage with a smile.

Alexander had believed her when he found her at the scene of the crime, arranged for her to have a lawyer, and had managed to find the evidence that she was innocent. Sophia knew how he felt about her, and his diligence was astonishing.

Never in a million years did Sophia imagine that her ex-husband, the one who didn’t even bother to get to know her, would turn out to be so trusting and kind.

As soon as she arranged the clothes from the suitcases and her room, she texted him, “I’m bored, come and keep me company.”

There was a long pause where she didn’t get an answer, and it made her laugh. She imagined Alexander sitting in front of his phone wondering what to say to her.

“How bored? I have to know what to bring,” was the answer.

She laughed at his playful message and replied:

“A bottle of wine is enough.”

“Ok, does that mean I have to cancel the order for strawberries and cream?”

Sophia shook her head with a smile on her face. She couldn’t get used to this Alexander. One moment he is cold and calculating, the next he says something like that.

Not long after, there was a knock on her door. She went to open it, and Alexander was at the front with the promised bottle of wine.

“Okay, there are no strawberries; I was a little worried,” says Sophia with a smile.

“I think it’s still early for them,” Alexander smiled at her. She motions him into the room, and he walks over to the sideboard. He picks up two wine glasses and opens the bottle. Pour and put ice in the glasses.

He hands one to Sophia, who is sitting on the couch.

“Thank you,” she says.

“For nothing.

“I’m not just talking about the wine. Thank you for everything you have done for me here in London.”

“I promised you that I would be there for you whether you want it or not. And I take my promises very seriously,” he replies with a smile.

He raised his glass in a toast, and the two clink glasses. The deep burgundy liquid swirled in the glasses, catching the ambient light of the hotel room.

As they sipped the wine, Sophia couldn’t help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. Here she was, sharing a quiet evening with her ex -husband, a man she had once considered a stranger. The layers of complexity in their relationship seemed to unfold with each passing moment.

“I want to tell you that you handled the situation great. The arrest, your time in the police, the charges, the people attacking you. You never once lost your temper. I am impressed.”

Sophia, acknowledging his words with a gracious smile, leaned back on the plush couch. “I think I learned it from my grandfather. He was always very calm no matter what was going on.”

“Did he raise you?” Alexander inquired, his interest piqued.

“For most of my life, he looked after me,” Sophia shared. “I have learned many things from him, but he was also terribly strict. For him, education was in the first place, and he made me study a lot.” Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Alexander nodded, a hint of familiarity in his gaze. “It’s like you’re talking about me and my grandfather.”

As they delved into a conversation about their childhoods, the parallels between their upbringings became increasingly apparent. Both Sophia and Alexander had been shaped by the influences of stern patriarchs who held education in high regard.

“My grandfather believed in the power of knowledge,” Alexander reflected. ” He was an old-school disciplinarian. Education, discipline, and responsibility were his mantras.”

Sophia chuckled, finding a shared understanding. “Sounds familiar. My grandfather had this unwavering belief that academic excellence paved the way for success. He insisted on high standards, and I rebelled more than once.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “Rebellion? Now, that’s a side of you I’d like to hear more about.

Sophia, her eyes sparkling with mischief, confessed, “Oh, I was a bit of a troublemaker. Skipped classes, challenged authority, you name it. But, in the end, I guess he got through to me. Education

became my ticket to a different life.”

Alexander chuckled, “I can relate. Grandfathers have this unique way of combining toughness and wisdom. They see the potential in you, even when you’re too stubborn to see it yourself.”

Their banter wove a tapestry of shared experiences, and the room seemed to echo with the resonance of two souls finding unexpected common ground. As they continued exchanging stories, it became apparent that the influence of their grandfathers extended beyond academic expectations.

“My grandfather used to say, ‘The measure of a person is not in their success but in how they handle failures, ”” Alexander shared, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Sophia nodded, the wisdom of her own grandfather echoing in her mind. ” Mine believed in resilience. ‘Life will throw challenges your way, Sophia,’ he’d say. ‘It’s not about avoiding them but about how you face them.'”

In the backdrop of their shared reflections, a subtle understanding blossomed. The connection they were forging went beyond the complexities of their pasts; it was rooted in a shared appreciation for the guiding hands of their grandfathers.

Sophia, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight, couldn’t help but appreciate the depth of Alexander’s gaze. The usual banter and challenges that defined their interactions gave way to a more profound exchange, laying bare the layers of their personalities.

Alexander, usually composed and guarded, found himself opening up in a way he hadn’t before. “You know, Sophia, I’ve never been good at this… the sharing part,” he confessed, a vulnerability in his tone that echoed the sincerity of the shared space.

Sophia smiled, her eyes locking onto his. “Well, you’re doing just fine, Alexander. But I know what you mean. We are so used to guarding ourselves that sometimes we forget that other people are not here to harm us.”

Alexander found himself caught in the magnetic pull of Sophia’s presence. You have this way of making everything seem a little brighter,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sophia chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that reverberated in the hushed ambiance. “Maybe it’s just the lighting.

“No, Sophia, it’s you,” he replied, his sincerity echoing in the quietude of the room. “There’s something about you that makes me feel… understood.”

The air between them grew charged. Sophia, usually adept at navigating complex emotions, felt a flutter in her chest-an unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation.

Just as the moment seemed poised to evolve into something more, the ringing of Sophia’s phone shattered the serenity. The police station’s number flashed on the screen, an unexpected interruption to the burgeoning connection.

Sophia answered hesitantly. The voice on the other end relayed unexpected news-Cassie had confessed something crucial about the murder.

As the weight of the revelation hung in the air, Sophia shared a glance with Alexander. The quiet moment interlude was abruptly replaced by the pressing demands of the investigation.