Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 334

Sara, who had been leaning on Jacob's shoulder, looked up to him. No matter how cold his expression seemed to be, she somehow felt some warmth from it.

"Who told you that? My wife always looks good no matter what she wears. I just think that a corporate outfit is too formal for you," Jacob explained hastily. The last thing he wanted was for Sara to misunderstand him.

"Well, it's fine. I'm going to change this outfit anyway. Don't worry. I know what you mean." She slowly reached out her hand and gently stroked his face.

Meanwhile, the driver did the best that he could to blend in with the background and not ruin the atmosphere. He remained silent under the steering wheel and thought how the couple behind him couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Even an ordinary person like him had to witness their show of affection. Nevertheless, the scene was such a sight for sore eyes. He had never seen this side of his boss before.

Jacob usually acted so cold and arrogant. Seeing him behave the complete opposite wasn't something one would be able to see every day. The driver briefly glanced towards Sara through the rear mirror. There must be something special about this woman that Jacob was so loyal to her.

Most rich people would have mistresses. No matter how beautiful their wives were, they would still cheat on them. This proved that a man was always unfaithful in their marriage, wasn't it?

However, the driver couldn't see any sign that Jacob would do that. He had to admit that his boss was a rare man. At least, that was what he thought.

If he knew about what his boss had done before, he would have probably had a different opinion. However, a prodigal who had returned was more precious than gold.

At least now he knew how to cherish what he had since he had once experienced loss.

Jacob wouldn't admit how difficult it had been during the time when Sara had disappeared. He would never mention that to anyone, yet he wouldn't forget about it either.

During that time when he woke up in the middle of the night, he had forgotten that he had divorced and that Alice had returned. To him, Sara was like a sweet dream.

Because it was such a sweet dream, the memories were clearly etched on his mind even after she was gone. He had lost that dream once, so now he understood how lucky he was to have Sara by his side.

Fate had brought her back to him, and he felt lucky because of it. This time around, Jacob would not let her go. He would be an idiot to abandon the person he cherished the most.

The city was surrounded by blazing lights that reflected on the car's windows. Jacob had a stoic expression on his face as his eyes darted towards the scenery outside.

Other people might have thought highly of him, but through Sara's eyes he was just an ordinary person. His mistake made him feel guilty and ashamed whenever he faced her.

To make up for his past actions, he could only start by showing her how much he cared about her. A person who loves someone would know how to treat them well. This was Jacob's best reflection on life.

Taking his gaze away from outside the window, his eyes darted towards Sara who was now sleeping soundly against his shoulder. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly lift up to form a small smile as he observed her beautiful features. Maybe she got exhausted from dealing with the company's affairs, or that she was just too comfortable around Jacob that she had fallen asleep in no time.

Careful not to suddenly wake her up, Jacob felt like he had been holding his breath as he sat still.

Even when they had finally arrived at the gate of the villa, Sara was still asleep. He waited for a few minutes and let her be before deciding to wake her up.

As soon as Sara woke up, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around. That was when she had realized that Jacob was only waiting for her.

"Oh, did I fall asleep? Why didn't you just wake me up when we arrived?" As she nudged him out of the car, he stood by door and waited for her to get off.

She couldn't help but give him a warm smile at the gesture. How could she not understand what Jacob meant?

He made her feel at ease.

After she was done changing her clothes, she slowly made her way down the stairs. As Jacob caught sight of her, his mouth slightly opened as he unconsciously gaped at his wife.

Sara had donned herself in a white evening dress. Her hands were lightly sliding through the railing of the stairs while she gracefully walked down the stairs looking so elegant and beautiful.

"Who are you? What have you done to my wife?" Jacob asked. He raised his eyebrows as he wore a serious expression.

"What are you talking about?" Sara shrugged.

"Forget it. I won't make fun of you. You look so beautiful in that dress, honey. Won't you feel cold, though?" Jacob furrowed his eyebrows as he worried that his wife might tremble from the cold wind outside.

"It's okay. I have a cloak." She simply smiled. Then, just like how a magician would, she suddenly took out a red cloak from behind and gave it a shake.

"Come on, let me put it on you," Jacob told her. The eagerness in his face was obvious as he couldn't help but clap his hands before approaching her.