Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 390

Chapter 390

Needless to say, Alexander called because of the matter about Jazzlyn.

After Jazzlyn had left the restaurant in a fit of pique, she grew increasingly irate on her way back to thehotel. Snapping, she gave Alexander a call.

At the end of the day, she was best at sowing discord.

Hah! Sophia was calm and unruffled, no? I'll just antagonize her through Alexander, then!

However, Alexander had long since blocked her, so she had no choice but to call Felix.

She did not say much, merely stating, “This is Jazzlyn here, Mr. Lane. I met up with Ms. Yarrow a whileago, and I reckon she's likely in a bad mood right now. Do tell Alexander to appease her.”

Her remark was pleasant-sounding, making it seem as though she was genuinely hoping Alexandercould comfort Sophia.

In truth, however, Jazzlyn knew all too well that all women were the same. Although Jazzlyn hadnothing to do with Alexander at present, Sophia would definitely be jealous and start panicking nomatter how calm she was as long as Jazzlyn misled her into believing that they had something to dowith each other.

Well, Alexander would certainly contact Sophia when my words reach his ears. And as long as he doesso, I would've accomplished my goal. It hadn't been long since I'd parted ways with Sophia. If he callsher right away, she'd undoubtedly surmise that I contacted him if she's no fool.

Regretfully, she was destined to be disappointed, for the first thing Alexander said was something shewould have never expected. “Do you need me to have Felix deal with her?”

At that, Sophia chuckled. Flicking her hand that held the fork, she fiddled with the utensil while drawlingnonchalantly, “Deal with her how?”

“By ensuring that she doesn't bother you anymore.”

Sophia arched a brow, recalling Jazzlyn's words earlier. “Can you bring yourself to do so when Ms.Cadogan likes you so much?”

Her tone was languid, but if one listened closely, one could still hear the mirth in her voice.

Any normal person would be able to tell that she was joking.

But at that very moment, Alexander was seemingly not quite normal. “I'll have Felix contact Mr.Cadogan.”

Sophia felt slightly awkward after hearing that, but an explicable sense of bliss pervaded her at howprotective Alexander was of her. “Okay.”

Getting rid of Ms. Cadogan is never my intention. It's Alexander who misunderstood my meaning.

Alexander did not want to continue talking about Jazzlyn, so he changed the subject. “Are you busy thisafternoon?”

At that question, Sophia hummed softly. “Nope.”

“I see.”

It would seem that Alexander merely asked that for the sake of asking. After obtaining the answer, hedid not say anything further.

Sophia cast a glance at Yvonne's plate across from her. Hmm, if I don't end this phone call soon, Ms.Leighton is going to end up eating cold steak.

“I'm going to continue eating. Talk to you later.”

“Sure.”

After hanging up the phone, Sophia tilted her head and looked at Yvonne, who stood a stone's throwaway after having “gone to the restroom.”

Noticing her gaze, Yvonne felt somewhat uneasy. She headed back to the table. “Ms. Yarrow.”

Sophia flashed her a smile. “Hurry up and eat. Otherwise, it'll be cold.”

Yvonne dared not look at her employer after her intentions were seen through. She sheepishly kept herhead lowered and slowly ate the steak on her plate.

When they had finished eating lunch, they parted ways.

Sophia had little to do in the afternoon, so she did not want to return to Sunshine Group. She bought a

bouquet of flowers and went straight back to the mansion.

It had been a long time since there had been fresh flowers in the vases in the mansion. That day, shespecially brought home a huge bouquet of flowers.

The afternoon sun shone brightly. With the air-conditioning turned on in the house and soothing pianomusic playing, Sophia sat on the carpet and languidly arranged the flowers in the vases.

No sooner had Alexander walked down the stairs than he was greeted by the sight of her sitting cross-legged on the carpet in a dark brown spaghetti strap dress, trimming the flowers with her head lowered.

A near distance away, soothing and relaxing piano music streamed out of the speakers. Sunlight shonein from the floor-to-ceiling windows, stopping about half a meter away from her.

He was standing at the landing, so he could only see her slightly low profile from that angle.

Her long hair was casually pulled back, leaving a few scattered strands by her ears. On the coffee tablewas an unwrapped bouquet of yellow roses. The bouquet, which was mere inches away from hercheek, rendered her skin as white as snow.

Out of the blue, he was reminded of a particular day half a year after they had gotten married. It wasabout at this hour that he went back to the Xenos residence to retrieve a document. Hearing movementon the balcony when he went upstairs to the third floor, he walked over unbidden, only to see Sophiawatering her succulents with a small watering can.

She seemed to love plants, for the few pots of succulents on their balcony on the third floor multipliedand took up more than half the space there in the three years of their marriage. There were also a few

pots of roses and daffodils among them. The mixture of leaves and flowers made for an eye-catchingsight.

According to the butler, she usually spent most of her time at the Xenos residence fiddling with herflowers and succulents. She treasured them so much that when Thalia wanted to destroy hersucculents, she smashed the pot of uprooted succulents beside the latter's feet on the spot, warningher that it would hit her the next time she tried doing that.

Later, after their divorce, he discovered that the succulents on the balcony and some plants in the roomwere gone. The space was restored to its initial bareness, but he could not shake off the feeling thatsomething was missing every time he walked past it recently.

Indeed, something is missing. The Xenos residence lacks a mistress, and I lack a wife.

Corralling his thoughts, Alexander strolled over and leaned down, hugging her from behind. “Howfragrant.”

Sophia had sensed when the man approached her, but she did not expect him to bend down and hugher the moment she glanced over her shoulder.

He buried his head in her neck, his short hair prickling her. It both stung and itched slightly.

She tilted her head to the side. “Why are you here at this hour?”

Logically speaking, he should be pretty swamped these days. Putting aside the fact that Dillon ismaking things difficult for him everywhere, Odyssey's new projects in the second half of the year aloneare enough to keep him busy.

Alexander kept his head in her neck for a while before he straightened and sat down beside her.Picking up a thorny rose at the side, he asked, “Didn't you love cultivating plants on the balcony backthen? Why aren't you doing so anymore?”

Instead of answering her, he put that question to her.

Sophia trimmed the yellow rose in her hand before inserting it into the vase beside her. Then, she tooksome small white daisies from the side and interspersed them in the gaps.

When she finished arranging the flowers, she lifted her head and fixed her eyes on him. “It isn't easy totake care of plants.”

In the past, she was a free and easy mistress in the Xenos residence. She had plenty of time on herhands every day and had nothing to do. That aside, her mother-in-law and sister-in-law loved pickingfault with her. Hoping to have fewer conflicts with them, she cultivated plants on the balcony to kill time.

Truth be told, she was not all that passionate about cultivating plants on the balcony. She merely did itto pass the time besides replaceing herself in a much better mood after enjoying the view of the plants andflowers.

Alexander understood her meaning. Bringing up the past would only affect their relationship, so shehanded the flower in his hand to her and changed the subject. “What would you like to eat for dinner?”

Pausing briefly, he added, “I'll cook.”