To Win His Ex-Wife’s Heart Again

Chapter 39

Timothy’s heart almost melted when he heard his sister’s words.

Sasha added, “From now on, I will listen to you and never leave you again, Tim.” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Timothy enjoyed the closeness with Sasha very much. In this world, apart from Sasha, he didn’t have

any blood-related family anymore.

They were supposed to support each other. If it weren’t for his sister, Timothy wouldn’t have been able

to build his empire in a world that was surrounded by wolves.

Even if he gave all his love and money to Sasha, he still felt that it was far from enough.

However, since Jameson and the Leigh family did not know how to cherish Sasha, he would never let

her go again.

If the Leigh family wanted to hurt Sasha again, he would definitely tear those ungrateful people to

pieces.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface, he looked extremely calm.

Just be more obedient, Timothy said.

“Woo… Sasha couldn’t help but whimper out loud.

Timothy ruffled her hair and told her to go back to sleep. He even sent her back to her bedroom.

Watching Sasha fall asleep. Timothy covered her with the quilt and turned off the lights in the bedroom

before leaving.

He stood in front of Sasha’s door for a long time, and it was not until this moment that he felt real.

He was finally no longer the only one left in the empty house.

With a smile on his face, Timothy went to the study.

Once again, he became the cold person who was in charge of the consortium when he called Lester.

“Send me a receipt for Leigh Group’s recent projects.”

Lester knew that Timothy would not be able to hold back. As such, he sent the documents that he had

organized a long t ago to the latter.

Lester also reminded Timothy, “Boss, I can send it to you, but Princess would prefer to do it herself

The next day, Jameson propped his head up and sat up on the bed.

He found himself lying in bed at home, reeking of alcohol, wearing the same suit he had worn the day

before.

As he was drunk, his head felt like it was about to explode in pain. He hadn’t felt that way for a long

time.

In the past, if he had socialized and drank too much, someone would always help him change into

comfortable casual clothes and would thoughtfully wipe his face and hands before feeding him a glass

of honey water.

That way, he wouldn’t feel a headache when he woke up the next day. In the morning, there would be a

bowl of hot oatmeal to help him suppress his nausea after a hangover.

However, no one took care of him last night.

He slept all night with his clothes reeking of alcohol.

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No one had changed his clothes or wiped his face. There was no hangover remedy with honey and no

hot oatmeal that warmed his stomach.

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Jameson sta ggered to his feet, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom. He took a thorough

shower before coming

back to his senses.

Standing in front of the sink, Jameson looked at his slightly sunken face and the stubble on his chin.

His eyes were: exceptionally cold and stern

He had never realized before that Sasha had done so much for him.

It was probably because he was too used to it that he didn’t feel the sacrifice she had made before.

It seemed like Sasha did not owe him anything during the short-lived marriage.

He changed into a clean suit, s haved his beard, and arranged his tic. Even if he was still not feeling

well, he had to go back to

work today.

There was no reply from Suzie. He still had to contact the design department, and he had a lot of things

to get busy with.

When he opened the door and walked out of the room. he found Mariah watching television in the living

room. She was wearing a facial mask and eating pistachios.

When she saw Jameson come out, she greeted him indifferently Jameson, you’re awake. Why did you

drink so much last night?”

Jameson did not say that he had purposely gotten himself wasted yesterday. He merely nodded lightly

and glanced at the ground that was covered with pistachio shells..

Mariah didn’t care. It was normal that one had to drink when it came to business. She didn’t think it

needed concern.

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it was Jameson’s sharp gaze that made her realize something, so she immediately retracted her foot

from the coffee

table.

Then, she opened her mouth and started shouting, “Sasha? Why haven’t you come out to clean yet?”

She was used to being domineering, so she had forgotten for a moment that Sasha had left the Leigh

residence long ago.

Jameson, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks. “Just let the maid do the cleaning. Why did

you call Sasha?”