After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

Chapter 94

#94 “Just… Let Someone In.”

As the London streets embraced Alexander and Sophia in the cool evening air, their journey led them to a quaint restaurant tucked away in a narrow alley. The ambiance was a perfect blend of warmth and elegance, a refuge from the storm of the investigation that had engulfed Sophia’s life.

The restaurant, bathed in a soft, amber glow, welcomed them with the comforting hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights. A discreet maître d’ led them to a secluded table adorned with crisp white linen and glinting silverware.

Alexander, with an air of familiarity, perused the menu, recommending his favorite dishes with the assurance of a seasoned connoisseur. Sophia, appreciating the respite from the harsh realities of the case, couldn’t help but praise Alexander’s taste in food.

“I must say, Alexander, you have an excellent choice in restaurants,” she remarked, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, taking in the momentary relief reflected in Sophia’s eyes. “Well, a good meal can work wonders, especially when navigating the complexities of a murder investigation.

Their conversation, initially centered around the delectable offerings on the menu, gradually shifted to the weightier matters at hand. The names and faces of potential conspirators danced around their thoughts like elusive specters.

“In both of our minds, the same name pops up,” Alexander admitted, his expression contemplative. “Megan. We both suspect her.”

Sophia’s gaze met his, a shared understanding of the gravity of their suspicions. However, Alexander hesitated, reluctant to believe that a friend could orchestrate such a sinister plot.

“Megan and I go way back. She always wanted power and gains from her work and I can say surely that she will do anything to achieve it. But I can’t fathom that she’d be part of such a vicious conspiracy,” he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of betrayal.

Sophia, empathizing with Alexander’s internal struggle, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s always difficult when someone you trust becomes a potential suspect.”

Alexander’s eyes bore into Sophia’s, searching for reassurance. “I hope that once we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer pulling the strings. Maybe then, we’ll find out if Megan is truly involved.”

Sophia, ever pragmatic, voiced a different perspective. “The true culprit may remain hidden forever. The trace of the puppeteer is concealed flawlessly. We might be left with more questions than answers.”

Their dialogue, woven with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of fellow diners, reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled them. The restaurant, a haven from the storm, bore witness to a shared pursuit of truth amidst the uncertainties.

As their conversation continued, interspersed with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and Alexander found a peculiar solace in each other’s company.

In the cozy cocoon of the restaurant, Sophia couldn’t help but appreciate the moments of respite Alexander had orchestrated. The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the camaraderie they shared momentarily eclipsed the harsh realities waiting outside the restaurant’s walls.

As they savored the remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed their conversation, and Sophia reached for her phone.

“Benjamin,” she acknowledged, her voice carrying a warmth that didn’t escape Alexander’s notice.

Sophia’s conversation with Benjamin unfolded with a sense of camaraderie and mutual understanding. The gratitude in her tone as she thanked him for his assistance in the case was evident. They made plans for a meeting the next day which made Alexander feel a ping of jealousy.

Once the call ended, Sophia’s attention returned to Alexander, who wore a subtle mask of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude. Alexander, struggling to contain his jealousy decided to speak his mind.

“I can’t shake the feeling that his attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander confessed, his gaze fixed on Sophia.

Sophia, sensing the undercurrents, met his gaze with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and I are just childhood friends, Alexander. There’s nothing fishy about it.”

Despite Sophia’s reassurances, Alexander’s jealousy simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but wonder if Benjamin’s intentions were as innocent as they appeared.

“I don’t think so.” Alexander continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known each other forever. I should have known if there was something more.”

In a moment of vulnerability, Alexander confesses. “Sophia, I don’t want to be just friends with you. My intention is to be more than that.”

Sophia, well-versed in navigating the complexities of their relationship, took a moment to absorb his words. The atmosphere became charged.

“Our relationship is already complicated,” Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint of weariness. “I don’t want to make it even more complicated.”

Alexander, driven by an undeniable longing, pressed on. “I want to be with you, Sophia. More than just friends.”

“Alexander, we’re in the midst of a murder investigation. My murder investigation. Emotions are running high, and getting romantically involved right now it’s not on my list.”

Alexander, grappling with the emotions that surged within him, sought clarity. “Is it because of Benjamin? Are you hesitant because of him?”

Sophia, maintaining her composure, addressed his concerns. “It’s not because of Benjamin. We are just friends just like you and Emily.”

The ambiance of the restaurant, once filled with the delightful sounds of shared laughter and exchanged stories, now hung heavy with unspoken tension.

The air between Alexander and Sophia crackled with the remnants of a confession, each word a weight that had settled upon them. As the evening wore on, the awkwardness lingered, casting a subtle shadow over their dinner.

Sensing the palpable discomfort, Sophia made a decision. She declared, ” I think it’s time for both of us to rest,” breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over their table.

As Alexander drove Sophia back to her hotel, the city lights flickering against the night sky, he couldn’t shake the echoes of their conversation. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The car rolled to a stop in front of Sophia’s hotel, and as she prepared to exit, Alexander spoke. “Sophia, there’s something I want to say.”

Sophia turned to him. Alexander took a deep breath, recalling the vulnerability he had laid bare earlier in the evening.

“I meant what I said at the restaurant. I want more than just friendship with you,” he confessed, his gaze earnest. Sophia, her expression unreadable, absorbed his words. The silence stretched between them.

Breaking the quietude, Alexander continued, “You don’t have to be so independent, Sophia. You can rely on me, especially in times like this. Let me be there for you.”

Sophia’s response, measured and deliberate, came as no surprise. ” Independence and never relying on others were values my grandfather instilled in me since childhood. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your kindness, Alexander. It’s just not how I’ve lived my life.”

Alexander, feeling a twinge of frustration, sought to bridge the gap that seemed to widen between them.” I’m not saying you should abandon those values, Sophia. Just… let someone in. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

As they lingered in the quiet of the car, Alexander made an unconventional proposal. “What if… What if you let me be your reliance? Forever. You wouldn’t have to face anything alone, and I’d be there for you, no matter what.”

Sophia, facing this unexpected proposition, remained silent. The car idled in the soft glow of the streetlights.

The silence persisted, and Alexander, grappling with the uncertainty of Sophia’s response, broke it. “You don’t have to answer now. Just think about it.

Sophia, her face hiding her thoughts, nodded. The weight of their unspoken words hung in the air as she exited the car, leaving Alexander to navigate the echoes of their conversation.