Novel Name : Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Chapter 276 Glib-tongued

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"I know exactly what you are saying. I know you loved me then and I know you love me now. I feel it."

Sara leaned against Jacob's chest, taking pleasure in listening to his steady heartbeat.

He reached out his hand and gently caressed her smooth shoulder. "This house is located in the

suburb. We could have the pleasure of enjoying the fresh air here. I think we should spend all our

weekends here. Besides, ever since my father passed away, I have been thinking about selling the old

house."

"Selling? What will happen to James? And how can you part with our father's memories?" Sara sat up

straight. His words had caught her off-guard. Her face was red with shock. She couldn't believe he had

actually said those words.

"Don't worry. You need to relax. I will take care of it. I admit that house contains so many good

memories of my father. But then again we don't live there. I wouldn't like to leave it empty. And now that

we have bought a new house, I don't see the point in keeping that one."

After speaking, he heaved a sigh and stared at the ceiling. Perhaps this was an act of selfishness. But

truth be told, he was afraid of that house. If he returned there, he would end up recalling everything that

had happened. As a consequence, he would once again get engulfed in guilt.

"Okay, do as you please. After all, it's your house," Sara said, realizing it wasn't right to tell him what to

do. She hoped he would give this another thought. She wouldn't want him to regret his decision.

"Hey, I have decorated this room with a new and unique style. Are you pleased with it?" Jacob changed

the subject. He stood up, put on his clothes and took a look around.

The bed was quite large and was in the beautiful shade of red. Merely looking at it brought warmth to

people. In addition to the photos, there were several splendid paintings attached to the wall. They

weren't drawn by famous people but in spite of that their presence gave an artistic vibe to the place.

Sara stood up, put on her pajamas and got ready to inspect her surroundings. She followed Jacob out

of the room.

There was a big French window in the living room. Jacob had been careful to set many security

equipments outside, but they weren't easily found. Once she looked around, Sara realized everything

about this place was perfect. She could easily tell Jacob had put a lot of thought into this.

"When exactly did you do this?" she asked, picking an object from the living room table. This was quite

a surprise.

She couldn't imagine the time and cost it took to collect these beautiful items. A smile crept onto her

face when she realized how considerate this man was.

"Well, it's no big deal. Let's just say it was a piece of cake. Hey, did you see the lamp. It's over there."

Jacob raised his hand and pointed his finger at the light in the living room.

Sara had been too busy with the objects on the table. She hadn't got the chance to take a good look at

the light. However, her eyes followed Jacob's finger. The light was a little yellow. It was a hanging lamp

and bore an uncanny resemblance to a pendant of the ancient court.

On a closer inspection, she noticed dozens of small lamps were used and scattered in every corner,

creating a large chandelier. The light was dim and there was something quite unique and refreshing

about it.

"That looks wonderful! Is it customized?" she said, her voice brimming with excitement. She was in awe

of its beauty.

"Yes, but you are not completely right." Jacob wrapped his arm around her shoulder and stared blankly

at the lamp.

"Why?" she asked and turned to look at him. His words had stirred curiosity in her.

"I designed this lamp on my own. And then, I made someone bring it to life. Do you like my work?"

As soon as the words left Jacob's mouth, she pulled him closer and kissed him.

He was quite surprised by her reaction. But he opened his mouth and obliged happily. After a while, he

regained his senses. Sara had never initiated a kiss before. In fact, she shied away from showing

affection.

"What are you doing?" he asked, wondering if he had just dreamed the whole thing. He stared at her.

"Well, you have been excellent. I thought it would be unfair if I didn't reward you," Sara replied shyly.

Her face had turned crimson. Together, they went to the second floor and Jacob was eager to show her

the balcony.

Their footsteps gave life to this new house. Holding her hand, he guided her to the balcony. Behind the

balcony was a large area of flat ground, but it was filled with trees.

It was a hazy night and these trees looked like travelers, taking up abode in the dark.

"Well, are there any families around? Perhaps there's a house behind," Sara mused. This place was

spectacular. She had never seen such a beautiful place before. However, she felt certain that

somebody else lived there. After all, these trees weren't used simply for viewing.

"No, these trees are ours. I bought it," he said, hugging her from behind.

Sara felt his breath on her ears. Her heart was thudding against her chest. The atmosphere was quiet

and romantic.

Several clouds floated in the sky, giving them a clear view of the beautiful night ahead of them. Some

stars were shining bright. Sara couldn't peel her eyes from them.

This place was like a whole new world. Everything about it was intoxicating.

"Those trees are fruit trees. We can watch them bear fruits in the future. I am eager to watch you

experience an idyllic life. Also, you can also keep poultry in the fruit garden if you like,"

he whispered in her ears. His action was quite intimate and made her blush. His hot breath was making

her feel things. She nodded her head as she found it hard to speak.

The happiest thing in life wasn't money or luxury. Pure joy came from having an understanding partner.

Jacob knew what she wanted and was willing to turn her dreams into reality.

Looking at the dim lights in the distance, Sara gathered this place wasn't exactly in the suburb. It was

located at the edge of the city hence it felt remote.

"I have always desired to bake cakes. Somehow, I never had the time to do it. Being here in this

beautiful place, I am assured I can take time out to do it," she said as she blankly stared at a distance.

"Do whatever makes you happy. When you are happy, I am happy," Jacob said lovingly and kissed her

ear.

She lowered her head, relishing his love and kindness. Then the two of them decided to go back and

sleep.

Early in the morning, Jacob gently nudged her.

"Get up, Sara. We should go upstairs to watch the sunrise," he said in a low voice. He was a lot relaxed

ever since he came here.

"Why! I don't think I can walk," she said grumpily. She wasn't done sleeping and had no desire to wake

up so early.

"It doesn't matter. I am going to carry you upstairs," he said adamantly. With a smile, he pulled her

towards him and carried her.

He began to climb the steps. Sara clung to him, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"How does it feel? Am I too heavy?" she asked curiously, smiling a little.

"Of course!" he replied back with a serious face.

Her heart sank and the smile disappeared from her face. "What! Do you actually think I am too heavy?"

she demanded.

"In a sense, you are heavy. I mean, I am carrying my whole world. You can't expect it to be light." As he

spoke, a smile appeared on his face. He loved to tease her.

"When do you become so glib? I'm not used to seeing you talk like this," Sara said shyly but her eyes

were glued to his face.

"Am I glib-tongued? Dear Miss Sara, I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding. I'm just a

humorous man, not glib-tongued." He looked at her innocently. They had reached the balcony.

Sara couldn't help but think how much Jacob had changed. She had never thought he would spend so

much time with her. She had thought of him as an indifferent man. This fun-loving side surprised her.

'I am so glad he has changed, ' she thought happily. Jacob, on the other hand, was quite surprised with

the change he had gone through. It was nothing short of a miracle.

He had forgotten his past. Now he forced himself to think only of the present. If his thoughts swayed,

he would have a hard time getting through it.

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