Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 129

Looking at the quickly moving Sara, Jacob's long and narrow eyes were dimmed. After all, he couldn't even figure out a woman's mind.

Without even turning her head, Sara knew that Jacob, who was standing behind her, was furious. The last pleasure of a couple was probably to torture each other. While thinking of this, she came to the dining room.

The villa was big, so was the dining room.

The dining room was on the first floor, but it was in another building beside the villa. The restaurant was a classic triangular building. It looked like a castle from Middle Ages Europe, and the layout inside was also elegant.

The wall were covered with hand-embroidered silk. The patterns were dragon and Phoenix in bright color.

There were evergreen plants around the room, adding a touch of warmth in cold winter.

In the middle of the restaurant, there was a long set of tables and chairs, on which there were already many dishes covered. The covers wouldn't be opened until all people were seated. Michael sat at the top end of the table with a kind smile. Even though life had brought him so much trouble, he was not discouraged at all.

"Come and sit here, Sara." Michael waved his hand happily.

With a smile, she replied, "Okay, Dad."

Jacob sat next to her, and James sat opposite to Jacob, next to Michael.

The cook came forward and took off the lids of the dishes, and then handed in the chicken soup that hadn't been served yet. He ladled a bowl of chicken soup for each of them and then left respectfully.

After Michael picked up some food, everyone started to eat.

Sara lowered her head and took a sip of the chicken soup. Every time she came here, one of the most pleasant thing for her was to enjoy the food cooked by the cook here. The taste was always fresh and intoxicating.

Squinting his eyes, Jacob looked towards his father. Michael was wearing a smile on his face. Sara declined to remarry him. She disappointed him as well as his smiling father.

At the same time, Michael also looked at Jacob. Noticing that Jacob was also looking at him, he said, "Jacob, help Sara to get some food."

Before Sara could refuse, Jacob said, "She could get them herself."

Taking a deep breath, Sara calmed down. After all, she won't live with this man for the rest of her life. She could get all the dishes herself, so there was no need to be so critical.

Michael coughed twice. Obviously, he didn't expect his son to be so passive, but it was not appropriate to make it clear.

James stood up and picked up some food for Sara. "Sara, Jacob has always been like this since childhood. Don't take it to heart. Come on, eat more."

With an embarrassed smile, Sara said, "It doesn't matter. I'm used to it."

Jacob rolled his eyes at Sara. She started to complain in front of his family. "You are used to it? When did you used to it?"

Jacob sneered. Michael slapped the chopsticks on the table and said, "Can we have a good meal?"

Jacob's face turned a little pale. The nonchalant look on Sara's face really annoyed him. He had nowhere to vent his anger.

Jacob had no choice but to continue eating with a gloomy face. However, it was Sara who was serving food to Michael and James. The three of them completely excluded Jacob.

Jacob was extremely depressed. Are these three people taking him as the air? Were they still his biological father and uncle?

During the meal, Jacob was angry and he had nowhere to vent his anger. Sara, on the other side, enjoyed the meal with pleasure.

Michael was in poor health and went back to his room after dinner. James followed Michael soon. At last, Jacob was left at the table eating alone. Everyone got up and went to do their own business.

Jacob wished to overturn the table, but he couldn't tell why he was so angry.

After the meal, when Jacob finished the meal and went from the dining room to the living room, James had already gone back to the bedroom for lunch break, so did Sara. Jacob pulled the quilt on the sofa angrily and covered himself fiercely, even though he was good at control his emotion, he could suppress himself at the moment.

All kinds of restless elements were bustling in his mind.

The warmth in the quilt made Jacob felt sleepy. Finally, he fell asleep.

Jacob was awakened by the sound of eating sunflower seeds. She saw James and Sara chatting happily. The stove gave out a flickering light jumping in the eyes of Sara, Giving her a beautiful, intellectual, elegant and extraordinary temperament. Jacob thought of so many words to describe Sara in a flash of time.

But he could never say it out. Yes, he would never say anything to praise others no matter how clear these words were in his heart. He had seen too many people who were used to flattery. That's why he refused to praise others. He was afraid that too much praise might turn him into a hypocritical man.

Even if Jacob always pursue to be extraordinary, he could still feel that he was still an ordinary man. Since he was a child, he had been told that he should be different from others, be brave and strong, and never cry when he encountered problems and difficulties.

Therefore, he became so brave and strong today, but he always felt that something was missing in his heart. That missing part made him incomplete. He always felt that he hadn't done enough. That missing part was love.

By accepting and dealing with people and problems since childhood, Jacob had come up with his own way. That was to calm down for some time whenever he meet any problems. However, this also made him become indifferent. Such a cold and indifferent people were unlikely to say, "I'm sure that I love you. Let's remarry, ok?"

He felt goose bumps popping out at the thought of it. Jacob took out his phone and checked the time. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He had slept for a long time.

After the car accident, he had slept for a long time. Jacob thought he had slept long enough, but it turned out that young people would never get enough sleep.

Jacob was also sleepy and had no motivation to get up. James shouted, "Since you're awake, come and chat with me, Jacob."

Jacob turned his head toward the inner side of the sofa, "Got it, uncle."

After struggling for a few minutes, he finally got up. Although he did resist to chat with James, he still felt embarrassed in front of Sara. Unfortunately, his father and uncle were all standing beside Sara.

Jacob stood behind James, rubbing his eyes, "What are you talking about, uncle?"

"We were talking about your childhood." James said.

Jacob almost stumbled upon the hearing of this. Why must they talk about this? "Oh, how was your talk?"

Although Sara didn't show any uncomfortable expression, she was still as cold as before, as if she had a deep grudge against Jacob. Jacob just glanced at her and looked away. He couldn't accept the look on her face.

"Move that chair over and sit next to me. We were just talking about you wet your bed when you were 10 years old... " James said slowly with a smile on his face, regardless of the feeling of Jacob sitting beside.