Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jacob sat on the sofa dejectedly, followed by Sara. The two kept a distance from each other.

James suddenly said, "By the way, you must haven't had breakfast yet, right? I've prepared it for you. It's in the dining room. Go and have breakfast." It seemed that James just remembered it. He really forgot it just now.

Jacob had planned to tell him that he didn't have appetite, but it made Sara feel embarrassed to eat alone. He had no choice but to take Sara to the dining room.

The silent atmosphere was like a thick wall between the two people. It made Sara too depressed to breathe. She had to bear it.

All kinds of appetizing food were placed on the table. Glancing at Jacob, Sara thought, 'Although I'm not in the mood to eat, I have to pretend. Otherwise, it's not reasonable.'

Sitting down to eat the breakfast quietly, Sara didn't say anything. She was afraid that her words would make Jacob unhappy, although she didn't know why she cared so much about it. Maybe it was because of Michael.

Jacob looked at Sara, who was eating breakfast silently, and asked, "Sara, why do people die?"

Sara was almost choked by his words. Although she had tried so hard to avoid mentioning the word "death". She didn't expect Jacob would put it forward.

After a pause, Sara continued, "Everything has a beginning and an end."

Jacob squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something after hearing this. After a long while, Jacob asked, "Where is the master you mentioned last time?"

Raising her eyes to look at Jacob, for a moment, Sara felt that he was not that annoying.

Jacob stopped. He had no appetite, and now it was even more difficult for him to eat.

Jacob still looked indifferent, but there was

the arrogance and coldness in Jacob's eyes had disappeared. Was it an

waiting next to them, but Jacob let them out. In the big dining room, Jacob wanted to say something, but he couldn't. It seemed that he had foreseen the rejection of

could only be buried in the heart. Jacob

of porridge

It only proved that there was no favor, and everything in front of them was the same.

picked up an omelet. She was used to eating other foods, and finally she found that the simpler the food, the more

simple cake. However, when the cook introduced it to her

the snow in the Alps. Not to mention other ingredients. Such good materials to cook naturally was not bad. The egg cake was crispy

they had divorced, the two had no intersection. However, one day of married life breaded a hundred days'

However, it was precisely because of this that Sara felt difficult to do

a sigh of relief, feeling extremely relaxed. It was time for

in silence. James was watering flowers on the balcony. Jacob walked over and leaned against James's back. The

potted Podocarpus macrophyllus. In the tradition, the meaning of Podocarpus macrophyllus was to live a long life

elegant. James was an interesting person. Different from others, he had a wide range of hobbies. Besides,

macrophyllus in front of him with his left hand. "When I was about to buy it, my brother said it was not beautiful. However, my brother liked this Podocarpus macrophyllus the most.

the brawny basin. "Is my father still

has been living in the villa since last month, but it produced very little effect." James lowered his

to the hospital? " Jacob changed the subject. He couldn't help but turn to

Sara was confused, although she couldn't tell what was going on. But