Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 162

Thinking of Alice, Thompson couldn't help feeling cold in his heart. He thought she was a smart woman, but she was defeated by Jacob because he didn't love her anymore, and he really had no feelings for her.

Otherwise, how could he send her abroad in this way. Fortunately, with his power abroad, he could help her. But now, he didn't dare to take her back rashly.

He had no reason to take her back.

But the information that she sent him was of great use. Jacob was not much better than him. He was also a man who enjoyed sex. Thompson didn't think he was much worse than Jacob.

Suppressing the urge to leave, Sara thought, 'If I leave now, everything will become a narrow failure.' Even if she was extremely unhappy, she just sat there patiently.

She didn't know since when she had become so good tempered.

"Before I tell you the truth of Jacob's accident, I have one more thing to tell you." Thompson put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue. His eyes were full of passion.

He couldn't even learn how to pretend. He would always show his real thoughts. He didn't want to be like Jacob to pretend in front of Sara.

However, he was not as good as a man who was good at camouflage. This made him very angry. Women were really smart sometimes, but not smart enough when they should be smart.

"What's the matter?" Confused, Sara wiped her mouth gently. Drink half bowl of soup before eating had always been her habit.

"Well, it's an important issue. Maybe you need to listen to it carefully." Thompson's face suddenly became serious, as if he was talking about something important.

Sara felt suspicious. She was not used to the sudden change of Thompson. He didn't look like such a serious person.

"Okay." Sara nodded. After all, this was a restaurant. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't do anything to her in broad daylight.

Besides, she had told her assistant to call the police if she didn't call back.

Without any worries, Sara took a look at Thompson. He took out something like a pen.

"What's this?" Glancing at the pen on the table, Sara was a little vigilant. She wondered what trick he was going to play.

"It's a recorder pen. You'll know the truth when you hear it." There was a calm and serious look on Thompson's face, which was rare to see.

"Recorder pen?" 'Is the evidence recorded by it?' Sara wondered. With knitted eyebrows, she looked wary.

She was not a three year old child. If Thompson didn't agree to let her take the evidence, what should she do?

Besides, what could a voice recorder prove? Was there an answer in the recording?

There was a gleam shining in Sara's eyes. Her ruby like eyes made her skin look more delicate. Her pink skin slightly raised a layer of hair because of nervousness.

Looking at her, Thompson couldn't help but feel a little stunned. He couldn't figure out what the consequence of the recorder was. But at least, it could make Jacob uneasy.

With her slender fingers, Sara cautiously picked up the recorder pen on the table.

She put it in front of her eyes and looked at it. It seemed that she was still worried. Maybe it was because of Thompson that she felt insecure, or maybe she still had some doubts in her heart. For a moment, Sara, who was holding the recorder pen in her hand, was in a daze.

'Even if you are in a daze, you are still so beautiful. Don't blame me. You should blame my love. It's too deep and too hard to extricate myself from it. I don't want you to be cheated by Jacob so thoroughly.

And I, at least, really love you.'

Thompson looked at Sara with affection, as if the recording pen in her hand was the whole world.