There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Chapter 1191 The Woman of His Dreams

Alana sighed as she ate, "Tell me, is there anything you are not good at? You're a genius in studies and

I thought you were not so good at taking care of yourself. I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking.

God favors you."

Being highly praised by his beloved girl, he had to admit that he was very happy.

"You're also excellent, in every way." He didn't mince words about his compliments to her either.

She was the best in the world for him, and no one could compare to her.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat. Let's stop flattering each other." Alana smiled and ended the topic. They

happily finished breakfast and went out.

They had an exhausting but funny day at the amusement park.

They lined up and played all the games there, some of which they played twice or more.

Alana was so happy. She couldn't have much fun before, because her timid father forbade her to play

those exciting games with Alaric at the amusement park.

To be exact, she was the one that was not allowed to play those exciting games like riding roller

coasters, since Alaric was as timid as his father and could not stand too much thrill. Thus, she could

not have much fun every time she went there with them.

This time she felt she brought the best partner here. The more thrilling the game was, the more they

liked it. Jamarion could play all the games with her, so Alana felt that it was the first time that she had

truly enjoyed herself at the amusement park.

Though exhausted, they didn't leave until they watched the fireworks show in the evening.

On the way home in the taxi, Jamarion softly asked Alana beside him, "Did you have a good time

today?"

Alana nodded hard, "Sure, I'm so happy. Today I played some exciting games that I couldn't play

before. That was so great."

Jamarion looked at the bright smile in her eyes. He was extremely happy and delightful as if flowers

bloomed in his heart.

He was happy that she had a great time.

"By the way, where do you want to go tomorrow?" Although very tired, Alana asked him.

When the school year started, Jamarion would have a lot of academic pressure and wouldn't have time

to travel around, so Alana wanted to take him to have some fun before school started.

Jamarion shook his head and said, "I won't go anywhere tomorrow but rest at home. You must be

exhausted today."

They played so many games for so many hours. Even he was feeling exhausted, let alone her.

"I'm okay," Alana said.

Seeing that she pretended to be relaxed, Jamarion felt sorry for her. He couldn't help but tease, "You

wish that much to go out with me?"

Alana leaned on the back seat and shook her head, "No, as my younger brother, you just came here

and I should entertain you."

Jamarion pursed his lips at once without a word.

He really didn't like to hear her saying that he was a younger brother, and he didn't want to be taken as

a brother by her.

As a smart girl, Alana could tell Jamarion seemed to have feelings for her from his silence, but she was

not sure about it, so she didn't say anything about it.

Although she was 21, she never dreamt of meeting Mr. Right or falling in love.

These years, a lot of boys wooed her, but she did not feel like being with any of them. For one thing,

she felt she was still young, and for another, she was more interested in improving herself to better take

over her father's company in the future.

Alana thought she should better not say anything first. What if she took it wrong? She and Jamarion

would have to see each other every day in the future, so it would be embarrassing if she

misunderstood it.

She would observe first, and if he really had an affection for her, she would tell him that they were not a

match.

Really. After all, she was three years older than him.

While thinking and leaning on the back seat, Alana was drifting into sleep. After a whole day of having

fun, she was really tired.

Jamarion, who was silent with pursed lips, heard the even breath of the girl beside him, he turned his

head to look at her, slightly surprised, only to find that she had fallen asleep unawares.

He was heartbroken, and after thinking about it for a while, he tentatively raised his hand to gently put

her head on his shoulder so that she could sleep more comfortably.

Only when they arrived at their places did Jamarion wake her up.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." Alana woke up and found that she was leaning on Jamarion's shoulder. She

blushed.

"It's okay. You are too tired." The boy soothed her with a warm voice. "Go home and sleep early. I'll still

prepare breakfast tomorrow morning; you can have a lie-in."

Alana wanted to say that there was no need to bother, but he insisted in a firm tone, "You are so tired,

and should have a good rest, otherwise I'll feel sorry."

Since he said so, Alana had no choice but to listen to him. They then said goodbye and went home.

Alana was indeed tired. After getting home, she took a shower and fell asleep right away.

However, Jamarion next door was not sleepy at all. After he finished bathing and got cleaned up, he sat

in front of the computer and started to export the photos taken today from the camera.

He served as a photographer today and took many beautiful pictures of Alana. He could see clearly

that she was extremely happy when she saw the pictures he took.

It was his mother Nina that told him to learn to take pictures for girls. She said that a boy with good

photography skills could win girls' hearts more easily.

She even complained about her husband, "Do not learn from your father; he is really bad at

photographing. I can hardly find a good photo in the hundred ones he takes. Slim and tall with thin long

legs, I only look 5 foot tall in your father's photo."

Perhaps because his mother had despaired of his father's photo skills, since he was a kid, she had

taught him to how to take good pictures with realistic colors and well-composed groups.

Later, he occasionally went to visit her and learn from the camera man painstakingly when she was

filming for magazines and advertisements. As a result, now his photo skills were perfect, and

completing a photo album was a piece of cake.

Jamarion exported all the photos from the camera and then slowly went through them and sorted them

out one by one, planning to send them to Alana first thing in the morning.

Most of the night, he was sorting out these photos, and the smile never dissipated from his face.

She was really the woman of his dreams. Whenever he looked at her pictures, she was always

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