Ex-wife, Please Come Back

"That's fine as long as you are okay. In fact, I have always wanted to tell you that you are a good person, Cindy. So you have to believe in yourself. Actually, you need to put fate aside. Now, you need to work on your confidence. What you are trying to find may not be the best for you."

Jacob earnestly stared at her without blinking.

"Sir, I know. But sometimes I can't control myself," Cindy said in a low tone.

"Now, give me details of that man. I will help you sort everything out. You don't need to worry," Jacob said as he stood up and glanced at his watch.

After such a long and hectic day, it was finally dinner time.

"Sort? How can you help me sort it out? I feel that I have been through enough humiliation. I no longer want to make this a serious issue. So..." Cindy whispered with her head bowed. Apparently, she didn't want to make a scene, so she was treading carefully.

She was not afraid of death. The only thing that scared her was that her dignity would be trampled on by everyone. Death is not horrible, but living without any dignity is. Strangely, Cindy valued her dignity more than her life.

"Do you think this is worth it? You think this is worth your life? A man who cannot handle any responsibility is just a scumbag! But you still want him to continue to stay in the company and pretend as if nothing had happened. On top of it, you are contemplating suicide. Do you think you deserve such a cruel fate?"

Jacob's face remained calm. He knew that scolding her in this situation would only make her sadder than she already was.

He understood her personality well. If he tried to reason with her excitedly, it was less likely that she would agree. On the contrary, if he calmly spoke to her, the chances were high that she would take him seriously.

The most intimidating thing about a person wasn't his or her charisma, but it was the ability to stay calm. Only when an individual wasn't overwhelmed with excitement could he or she begin to reason clearly.

Cindy was dumbfounded, but the look on her face was still very calm. What had happened was irreversible. There was no point crying over spilled milk. She wanted to take the blame for everything. And it was obvious that she was overburdening herself with all that responsibility.

"Mr. Jacob, I will tell you who it is. But, I don't want my resignation to be such a big distraction for the company. It would be best if fewer people knew about it."

then calmed her nerves. At that moment, she

to the problem. Don't worry." Attentively, Jacob

directors in the company," she blurted out with her head bowed.

this revelation. For a moment, he

twinkled and he asked delightfully, "How

turned pale. She then replied with a whisper,

belly. He was often called a fatty by many people. Nevertheless, he was widely experienced. Although he was in his early thirties, he was

there was a high level of probability that Kim Shi was trying to date Cindy. After all, they were both

had previously felt that

this particular case involved one of the company's directors. So, he found it very abnormal. Normally, a person would not contemplate using such a method to make profit, unless

was difficult for him and

buy some food first. What would you like to have?" As he asked this question, Jacob rose up from his chair

I lack the appetite to eat." At that moment, painful guilt was

saddening, you still have to eat something. If you don't eat anything, you won't have any energy." He tried to persuade her with soothing words.

solely because many parts seemed reasonable, but they appeared abnormal and

have to calm your nerves. What doesn't kill you will

gingerly and walked to the door. She looked blankly at his broad and muscular back. She didn't utter a

not be described with words. This could be likened to how a sad person could only talk endlessly about his or her sadness, and couldn't relate or express anything else.

downstairs. Anxiously, he looked around from time to time. The passers-by had varying degrees of fatigue plastered on their faces.

was because

result, many people carried long faces around. In general, those who were often in a bad mood looked older than

and scanned through the noisy crowd. The weather outside was quite harsh. The