My Ex, Please Love Me Again

“That doesn’t matter. I’m not demanding three meals a day from you; an occasional meal is all that we need. You are so good at your work, so there is no reason you should not come into your own.”

“I didn’t see that coming that you are so reasonable and considerate.” Maisie cast a glance at him.

Most men are male chauvinists to some extent who wish women to devote more to family over work, and so did Ezra in theory. He did not lack money; he should demand women’s devotion to family but now he chose to support Maisie’s career without reserve. Maisie was kind of moved.

She would not give up on her career for anything because she knew well the importance of women’s careers. If Ezra forced her to choose family over career, chances were that she would give up on him but not her career.

Of course, Ezra was not the target here: any man who demanded Maisie quit her job would not win her agreement. Men were far less important than careers, which was the consensus among Emilia Jones, Nina, Jean, and her.

“Have I ever been unreasonable? Am I the kind of man who only believes in women’s value for the family? Ezra grunted and grabbed her hand suddenly.

Maisie withdrew her hand snappishly from Ezra who jumped at every opportunity to take advantage of her.

He clinched to her with his intact arm lest she escaped when they need to mingle with others.

It was under pretext that he held her hands in front of people; now they were in private, so he did it on purpose.

“Well, you are a good man who respects women.” Maisie was going to leave with that perfunctory response.

“You can’t gloss it over like that! It seems that I am truly unreasonable.” Ezra grabbed her again and protested.

“You have to tell me ‘Who’ I really am in your eyes!”

“Well…” Words failed Maisie.

That was not a small question of which the answer she gave could not be perfunctory. She did not want to talk too much with Ezra now, but the light in Ezra’s eyes showed no sign of quitting.

“I’m exhausted and want to go to sleep.” She looked at Ezra and said tiredly in the end.

That was the first fragility shown by her since their reunion. Ezra went easy on her immediately and stopped questioning her.

“I’m sorry. You are too tired these days. Good night.”

They’ve been occupied by the funeral of Roman recently, and Ezra had to take care of such other company business, like the departments he had to rearrange after Ruth was prisoned. because they were controlled by Ruth and her cronies.

Moreover, they would be busy burying Roman tomorrow. It appeared he was being a little unreasonable to keep questioning her.

Maisie said no more and went to turn off the light.

Maise was on one side of their great bed near their son’s crib, Ezra on the other. They slept like this these days, lying on the bed with nothing else to think about, at least that was true of Maise who was so busy that could fall into sleep right away every day.

“Maisie,” Ezra called her as she became drowsy.

“What?” The attachment and gentleness in his low voice attacked her on such a silent night. She rolled over to their son and murmured.

“Nothing. Just want to say good night.” He chuckled.

“Night,” Maisie thought he could not be more bored.

Ezra became silent as Maisie said no more, but his mind became acuter as his injured arm began to heal. For example, he wanted to hold the woman into his arm and had a good sleep.

The burial ceremony tomorrow would mark the end of these messy things, the beginning of peace between him and Maisie, and the start of days exclusive to his family of three.

Not long he heard the regular breath of Maisie. He sighed – She was torturing him. They shared a bed, but she fell into sleep earlier every night, leaving him tossing and turning for a long time.

Lots of people came to the graveyard the day Roman was buried. Many of them were Roman’s old acquaintances; several people came from the family of Ruth’s husband; even Mrs. Marshall, her husband as well as Erica Marshall came along.

But Ezra did not even look at them.

Ruth’s husband and his family were also bastards who forced Ruth to sign a divorce settlement the day before she was taken away by the police. They were here just because Ezra gave them some projects. They were respectful towards Ezra for that. Ezra also made it clear to them that they should bring up Ruth’s children responsibly or there would be consequences.

“Ezra.” Mrs. Marshall mumbled behind while Ezra planned to leave the funeral with Maisie.

“What?” They stopped and turned around. Maisie still kept her demeanor while Ezra responded impatiently with overt disgust toward her.

“Here’s the thing, Ezra…” Mrs. Marshall was interrupted immediately

“We are not that familiar with each other, so you’d better call me President Cantillo or Mr. Cantillo.” Ezra’s words were filled with indifference to insulate her.

Ezra had no truck with Mrs. Marshall at all; he just loathed her.

Mrs. Marshall absolutely spoke ill of him before Diana, and maybe many moves targeted at him were plotted partly by her.

Not to mention he knew later that she was Roman’s mistress. Over a year of deception and manipulation of Diana could prove how malicious she was.

Mrs. Marshall certainly contributed a lot to Diana’s lunacy.

Mrs. Marshall, the example of dirty play, was more loathsome than Diana, so Ezra showed no respect at all.

Mrs. Marshall was embarrassed; her husband was the same; her daughter Erica was annoyed.

“Ezra!” Erica yelled at her immediately. She was too spoiled to put up with her mother being humiliated like this, totally forgetting she was yelling at the man who almost threw her down from the rooftop.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

She lost control also because of the intimacy between Ezra and Maisie.

No one could imagine how jealous and angry when she knew they were married. That Ezra would marry a country girl like Maisie rather than her completely pissed her off.

What was most irritable was that the general public’s contempt for Maisie transformed into wide praise after the exposure of their marriage.