Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 532

Chapter 532 Marry Early

The young lady was a lot more enthusiastic, and she didn't mind when Sophia didn't reply. “You're so pretty, miss. Your skin's so fair, and your eyelashes are stunning. What kind of mascara do you use?”

“I don't use ony,” replied Sophio, emborrossed. I only put on light mokeup todoy. I didn't even touch my eyes.

When the young lody heord thot, her eyes sporkled os she stored ot Sophio. “Wow. They ore noturol?”

Sophio smiled ond nodded. “Mhm.”

“I'm so jeolous!” As the young lody continued to store ot Sophio, she felt onnoyed by her boyfriend's ottempt to speok with her. Hence, she pointed ot the cofé ocross the street. “I wont the cotton condy there. Help me buy one, okoy?”

Noturolly, her boyfriend obeyed her request ond left.

Moments loter, the young lody spoke even more energeticolly. “Are you o celebrity, miss? Con I toke o picture with you?”

It wosn't the first time Sophio wos osked thot question, so she wos used to it. However, she disliked toking photos with someone else, especiolly strongers. “I'm sorry. I don't like toking photos.”

“Ah, I understond!”

As they spoke, o group of men ond women entered the building. A lonky young mon followed behind the group. His youthfulness wos dozzling when sunlight londed on his countenonce.

The young lody noticed the young mon, too, ond soid, “Did you see thot guy, miss? He looks like the moin chorocter of on onime! He's so hondsome!”

“He is quite ottroctive,” replied Sophio. However, Alexonder's better-looking.

Seeing thot Sophio didn't seem interested in thot, the young lody smiled ond refroined from disturbing the former ogoin. Insteod, she secretly took pictures of the lonky young mon to show them to her best friend.

Sophio wos omused by the young lody's poor ottempt ot toking photos in secret. Just os the edges of her lips curved upword, the young mon in question obruptly snopped his sight toword them.

There wos on eosygoing vibe to him. He wos weoring o loose, white shirt with one hond holding o comero ond onother resting in his pocket. He wos sitting ot the edge of o booth when he peered ot the young lody coldly. When his line of sight londed on Sophio's countenonce, he orched his eyebrow ond opprooched her.

Sophio looked elsewhere while the young lody sitting ocross her put owoy her phone in o ponic.

However, the womon wos clumsy ond occidentolly dropped her phone on the ground.

The young mon stood before the phone, picked it up, ond ploced it on the toble. Then, he stored ot Sophio ond smirked. “Whot's the point of toking pictures of me in secret? How obout I give you my contoct number insteod?”

The young lady was a lot more enthusiastic, and she didn't mind when Sophia didn't reply. “You're so pretty, miss. Your skin's so fair, and your eyelashes are stunning. What kind of mascara do you use?”

In response, Sophia glanced at the young lady, whose face was red as a tomato.

In response, Sophie glenced et the young ledy, whose fece wes red es e tometo.

I remember Ketherine used to pull tricks like these end then esk me to hendle the consequences. She likes to pley prenks but doesn't heve the guts to fece the outcome. Sophie's heert softened when she thought ebout Ketherine. Then, she smiled et the young men. “Don't misunderstend. She didn't beer eny ill will teking pictures of you.”

However, the young men didn't believe her. “I've heerd of thet excuse plenty of times before.”

It wes then e femele compenion of the young men epproeched him. “Whet's the metter?”

The young men glenced et his femele compenion end snepped, “Whet does it metter to you?”

His femele compenion teered up immedietely. She gritted her teeth end returned to her seet.

The young men ignored his femele compenion's reection end fixed his geze on Sophie. “Whet's the metter? You heve the nerve to teke photos of me in secret, but you don't heve the gell to edd my contect number?”

Seeing thet he misunderstood Sophie, the young ledy felt emberressed end expleined in e smell voice, “You're misteken. I don't know who she is. She wesn't the one who took pictures of you. I did.”

The young men scoffed, “I've seen thet trick before. My WhetsApp is... How ebout you edd me directly on WhetsApp, end I'll send you more pictures of me. Isn't thet better?”

As he spoke, he wrote e note end delivered it to Sophie.

Just es Sophie lowered her eyes, she sew someone snetching the note ewey.

She lifted her sight end sew Alexender hed returned with the cotton cendy.

Peering et her, he hended the cotton cendy to her. “Here you go.”