Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 537

As they gradually moved away from the center of the crowd, they still came across many shop entrances displaying Valentine's Day promotions.

Occasionally, Sophia and Alexander would encounter people selling roses. Since they did not park their car around the area, they had to make a detour back to Lovebirds Street.

Lovebirds Street was even more lively in the evening than during the day.

As they reached the end of the street, they saw beautiful tiny lights illuminating the path, and there were many more couples around the street compared to daytime.

Sophia had already explored the area during the day, so they decided to take a casual stroll while holding hands.

Suddenly, a teenage girl, around sixteen or seventeen years old, appeared from the side, carrying a big basket of roses. She held a rose in her right hand and offered it to Sophia. “Sir, why not gift a rose to your lovely, youthful girlfriend this Valentine's Day?”

Alexander's expression noticeably changed when the way the girl spoke made him feel significantly older.

A slight smirk appeared on one corner of Sophia's lips. She stood to the side, glanced at the girl but remained silent.

“She's not my girlfriend,” Alexander uttered.

His remark left the girl feeling extremely awkward. She looked at Sophia before shifting her gaze to Alexander, looking confused. “I-I'm sorry. It's Valentine's Day today. Why don't you buy this young lady a rose to make her happy?”

The girl, though flustered, showed great courage as she desperately attempted to sell the roses by changing her approach.

Sophia could not suppress her laughter and extended her hand to accept the rose from the girl. “Mr. Xenos, is it too much to ask for a single rose from you on Valentine's Day?”

As she spoke, she turned her head slightly toward Alexander, and the sparkle in her eyes shone brightly under the glow of the streetlights.

Alexander gently pressed her palm and took out his phone. “How much for one?”

The girl quickly held up her payment code. “Fifteen each.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“How much for all the roses?” Alexander asked.

The girl had been observing Alexander and Sophia closely for some time. Their distinctive attire and remarkable demeanor revealed that they were not ordinary individuals. She was well aware that customers like them were more likely to purchase flowers without much negotiation or hesitation over the price.

However, she never expected them to buy the entire basket of roses. Upon hearing Alexander's question, the girl froze for a moment. It took her a few seconds to process before she responded,

“There are seventy-seven roses in total. The original price for all the flowers is one thousand three hundred and twenty, but since today is Valentine's Day, I'll sell you at one thousand three hundred and fourteen. And the rose in the young lady's hand is a gift.”

Although Alexander was not pleased with the subtle reminders of his age, he found solace in the symbolism of buying all seventy-seven roses, representing a harmonious and prosperous relationship.

The girl had arrived with a hundred roses, expecting that it would take until well past midnight to sell them all. However, to her astonishment, within a mere twenty minutes, all the roses were sold. Filled with excitement, she handed the flower basket to Alexander and gratefully said, “Thank you, Sir. I'm sure you'll make this young lady very happy!”

Once again, Alexander's expression turned sour, but the girl was so thrilled with the money she had made that she did not notice his discontent.

Before the girl left after turning around, Alexander, who retrieved the basket from her, said, “She's not my girlfriend; she's my wife.”

With that, Alexander held the flower basket in one hand and held Sophia's hand with the other, continuing on their way.

The girl stood there, stunned, watching their retreating figures, and it took her a while to register what had just happened. I want a handsome and generous husband too!

Sophia glanced at the flower basket held in Alexander's right hand and could not help but let out a soft chuckle.

Despite the noisy surroundings, Alexander still managed to hear her laughter.

He turned his head to look at Sophia, and in the warm glow of the lights, her subtle smile tugged at his heartstrings.

Alexander's eyes darkened, and he cleared his throat. “What are you laughing at, Mrs. Xenos?”

“Nothing.” Sophia huffed upon hearing that. I can't possibly tell him I'm laughing at how the girl treated him like a much older man, can I?

Alexander's gaze lingered on Sophia, and he understood the reason behind her chuckle.

Despite Sophia being only twenty-eight years old this year, Alexander was already thirty-five, making him seven years older than her.

For the first time, Alexander started to realize he had reached an age where younger individuals might perceive him as a much older person.

Realizing this, he could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of anxiousness.

Of course, he would keep this worry to himself and refrain from sharing it with Sophia.

After walking past Lovebirds Streets, they arrived at the parking lot half an hour later.

As the hour grew late, Sophia could not help but yawn once she had fastened her safety belt.

Alexander glanced at her and asked, “Tired?”

Sophia nodded in response. “A little.”

She did not sleep well last night.

As the events from last night crossed her mind, Sophia's cheeks grew slightly warm.

She turned her head and looked out the window, trying to shift her focus.

The car joined the stream of traffic, moving slowly due to the increased number of vehicles on Valentine's Day.

Just as Sophia was dozing off with her eyes closed, the car suddenly jolted.

She opened her eyes and looked at Alexander beside her. “What happened?”

Alexander glanced at her and said, “We've been rear-ended.”

The car that rear-ended them was a Ferrari. As Sophia and Alexander stepped out of their car, the owner of the sports car approached them, exclaiming, “What were you thinking while driving? Don't you have eyes? Why did you suddenly slam on the brakes?”

The sports car's owner was a young man in his early twenties, accompanied by a girl of the same age. He had short, grayish hair and was dressed in trendy branded clothing.

Alexander, who had never encountered someone as arrogant as him, stood still and stared at the young man with a deadpan expression.

As the young man spoke, he glanced at Alexander and was taken aback by the indifference in his eyes. Feeling a bit intimidated, he continued, “So what if you drive a Bentley? Do you know who my father is? My father is Junta's vice president, Jovan Taggart!”

Junta? Sophia tutted while gently pulling the corner of Alexander's shirt.

Sensing her movement, Alexander shifted his gaze to Sophia.

Sophia smiled at the young man and took a step forward. “What's your name?”

“That's none of your business. All you need to know is that my dad is the vice president of Junta,” the young man retorted. “Since I'm feeling generous today, you only need to compensate me with thirty thousand yuan, and then we can consider the matter settled. Otherwise, if my dad finds out, I assure you that you'll regret it!”

Junta had been rapidly growing in recent years, and it had successfully gone public last year. If Sophia and Alexander were ordinary people, they might indeed have a tough time dealing with the situation.

Unfortunately for him, luck was not on his side.

Sophia smiled and replied, “If you don't tell me your name, how can I be sure you're not impersonating Mr. Taggart's son?”

The young man grew even more displeased upon hearing Sophia's response. “Please, I'll never do that. My name is Miles Taggart.”

Sophia nodded. “Alright, just wait a moment, Mr. Miles.”

Sophia's attractive appearance and polite demeanor appeared to have a calming effect on Miles. “Well, I can let this slide if you spend the evening with me. How about that?”

Sophia gave him a disdainful glance and immediately stepped back behind Alexander. “I need to make a phone call.”

Alexander emitted a low hum in response, his gaze fixed on Miles with an intense glare. The intensity of his stare was so intimidating that Miles involuntarily staggered backward, even though he continued to mutter under his breath.