Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 337

How could it not be a kind of luck? Sara continued to stare at Bess, and said, "I wish you happiness, Bess."

To which she replied, "We will be happy, Sara. Soon."

Sara stood up and picked up a piece of Bess's favorite cake next to the shelf. She then carefully reached out her hand to feed her.

Bess happily swallowed as she gave Sara a sweet smile.

"I hope there we don't end up in a disaster in the future. That way, we will be happy," Sara added. She clapped her hands and picked up another piece.

"We will." Bess vigorously nodded as she pictured the villa full of friends and family enjoying together. She never felt this happy before.

Such a life was good, and she couldn't ask for more. Compared to her, Sara had experienced much more hardships in life.

Despite that, her dear friend never once complained about how hard her life had been, and she survived through it as she continued to improve herself day by day. It was a personality that made her quite unique.

The most important thing for people was not whether or not they were born with a silver spoon, but to make their lives worth living. Sara had her fair share of hard work, which was only one aspect of her life that others appreciated.

Bess and Sara were sitting together, enjoying each other's company. They talked a lot about their daily lives, even their marriages.

It was not until Jacob and Noah entered the villa that Bess and Sara noticed and continued to chat and laugh from time to time.

Jacob almost immediately spotted Sara as soon as he entered. It seemed to him that one would gain such a keen eye when loving someone. He looked straight at her in a daze, and remained in silence.

"Let's go. What are you doing?" Noah glanced at Jacob and wondered what got him spacing out all of a sudden. One could obviously see in his eyes that he wanted to check on Sara from afar first.

"No need. Just seeing her from this distance is good enough for me." He didn't seem to be joking, but Noah kept silent.

The two of them stood still for quite some time until Sara raised her head, and looked at him with adoration in her eyes. Soon enough, both Noah and Jacob walked over.

As soon as they paused and stood in front of them, Sara raised her head, and asked, "Why don't you come over and join us? How long have you two been standing there?"

Jacob responded with a smile. "I just didn't want to disturb you when I saw you enjoying yourself with your chat. So I stopped Noah. We stood there for a while before we came over."

Bess smiled, and said, "I didn't know that he's gotten better at flattering you as time went by. Sometimes, I feel that even Noah couldn't catch up to him."

As soon he heard it, Noah interjected with an agreement, "You're right, honey. I'll make sure to learn a few tips from Jacob. There's no way I'd let him surpass me, right?"

"Well, I think I was born with it. I reckon Noah is talented at it too, but compared to me? He's got a long way to go."

Everyone stayed silent.

Nobody expected him to react such a way after only a few praises. No one dared to imagine praising him a little more. If they did so, he might even claim to be the best of it out there.

"Well, don't get carried away, now. What do you think of the party today?" Bess shook the glass in her hand.

"Not bad, I guess. I just feel that I'm too old to be in such an occasion." Jacob seemed to have no filter at all. After all, he thought he was eloquent and reasonable enough to express his feelings in front of his good friend.

"I agree with you. You're certainly not cut out for this type of party anymore. I just realized you certainly don't enjoy parties anymore like when you were younger. I guess you've just grown out of it, huh?"

Bess replied. She smiled at Sara as if she was still saying something, only not verbally.

Sara took a quick glance at Jacob. She noticed that his hair was shining quite marvelously like a crystal under the lights. The shadows casted by his hair also seemed to be more pronounced, making his figure almost like a living sculpture.

Jacob walked closer to Sara and rested his hand on her shoulder. "How about this? Is it cold?"