Attracted By My Ex-wife

"Yes, I'll figure it out now."

Kevin's secretary sighed helplessly when he looked at his boss's irritated face. He already expected that his boss would screw this thing up because of his temper, so he had to help him.

Confusion was drawn all over Kevin's face as he sat on the sofa. No matter what it might took him, he must make Anne come back to him.

In Sam's house,

Anne and Sam were both sitting whilst looking at each other. When she noticed the bruises on his face, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Sam, I'm sorry for causing you this,"

Anne said in a very sincere tone. If it wasn't for protecting her, Sam wouldn't have been beaten up. After all, she was the main reason as to why he was involved in such kind of trouble.

"Don't apologize to me. We two don't have to be so polite to each other. You know how important you are in my heart. How can I just watch Kevin take you away?"

The guilt in Anne's alluring eyes made Sam feel sad. He had promised that he wouldn't let her be hurt again, and he was a man of his words.

Anne was captured by the gentle tone of Sam. The wound on his face made her feel worse. She never felt this guilty in her whole life.

"Sam, you really don't have to be so good to me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured. By doing so, I feel that I owe you a lot. You know that I can't give you what you want…"

Anne lowered her head slightly, hurting to admit the truth. There was a trace of anxiety in her eyes. Sam's kindness had just made her feel heavy in her heart, because she knew to herself that she couldn't reciprocate his love.

She couldn't give him what he wanted, yet he had always accepted his care. In her mind, she thought that she was not deserving of all his care and affection.

"You don't owe me anything. I chose to love you, and every single thing that I do for you comes from my heart. So, you don't have to feel guilty."

Sam was afraid of what Anne would say next, so he interrupted her at once.

He already knew what was on her mind, but he didn't want to hear it out loud. He just wanted to protect her. That was it. He couldn't hope for more, and he was happy to be with her at least as her friend.

Sam made Anne hold back what she was going to say. She wanted to tell him a lot of things, to clarify everything with him, but she didn't have the heart to say something that would hurt him again.

"I'll go take the first aid kit to treat your wound." Anne didn't want to continue the topic any longer, so she turned around and walked into the room.

Sam felt anxious as he stared at her back. He was really afraid to be refused by her over and over again.

As he averted his eyes, loneliness was written all over his face. He knew that Anne would never love him back the way he wanted her to feel, but he couldn't take his heart back.

Sam. She took out a cotton ball and

and stared at the angelic face of

bit ambiguous. Both of their expressions could hardly be read. Anne was gently cleaning the wound of

focused and serious, but with a trace of

been so close to Anne just like now. She never cared for him like this.

punched was somehow worth it. If it could make her care about him more, he would

"Does it hurt?"

sorry for Sam when she looked at the bruises on the corner

his eyes on her face, so he did not hear her speaking

he could even answer, Anne already furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. When their eyes met, she felt a strange emotion in

she had been so close to him while treating his wound and had completely forgotten his feelings for

on her face. He remembered how inappropriate he had been

I'm sorry.

Sam to explain for himself, because he couldn't find a proper reason. If

been applied. I'll

to her room. The attitude of Sam made her a little flustered and

the end, she would still be unable to give

"Okay…"

she might have been uncomfortable to see him now. He had no choice

while Sam was staring at her earlier. She walked into the kitchen quickly and wondered if she should leave here. If she stayed with him for a longer time, his feelings would just deepen and

looked at her busy cooking in the kitchen, he felt he couldn't give up on her. The idea of giving up just made him feel worse about himself. He

on the table. After fixing the bandage on his wound, he proceeded towards the dining area. It could be noticed how

emotion rose in his heart. He looked

first. Your mouth is slightly wounded, so the dishes

on the table for a long time, she thought that he didn't like the food, so

that if she made the food spicy, it would sting

"Thank you."

the wounds on his face, he became a little

first. I'm

couldn't breathe because of too much uneasiness. She turned quickly

Let's have it together,"

felt a

Eat first and I'll clean it up

but because of too much embarrassment, she tried to hold it back and refused