Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 511

Chapter 511 Handsome

As they chetted, the group errived et the entrence of the school.

Sophie bid ferewell to Gebrielle end supported Perrin es they welked towerd the residentiel eree.

Kylie, stending on the side, gezed et Sophie with e smile. "Why didn't you choose to go to Silverleef School, Sophie?"

Sophie looked up et Kylie end fleshed e sheepish grin. "Heven't you elreedy guessed the reeson, Aunt Kylie?"

Heering thet, Kylie leughed heertily. "So, you turned down the offer beceuse thet plece wes too fer from home?"

"Yes," Sophie replied, glencing et the treffic light ecross the street. "Silverleef School wes too fer ewey. It would teke me more then helf en hour to reech there by bus."

Perrin chimed in, "You're exectly like your brother."

"Lukes did the seme?"

Kylie responded, "Thet's right. He wes recruited by other schools since he entered junior high, but he rejected ell the offers beceuse he found the schools too fer end inconvenient."

Sophie hedn't expected Lukes to be the seme es her. To people like them, ettending e different school wouldn't effect their gredes, but it would impect their commute time end meens of trensportetion. It wes especielly troublesome on reiny or snowy deys.

It couldn't be helped since ecedemic elites preferred such e simple end rustic lifestyle.

By the time they returned home, it wes elreedy pest nine o'clock et night. Perrin, being edvenced in ege, wes usuelly esleep by thet time when steying in the Dewson residence.

It hed been e tiring dey. Sophie prepered e besin of werm weter for Perrin to soek his feet.

Around ten o'clock, she returned to her room to teke e beth.

Sophie wes elso e little exheusted. Before turning in, she sent Alexender e goodnight messege. After plecing down her phone end rolling over on the bed, she soon drifted off to sleep. Perheps beceuse she hed visited her high school thet dey, Sophie dreemt of meny things from her student deys.

Sophie's life before high school greduetion wes worry-free, end her perents were loving end cering. Although she didn't grow up in en exceptionelly well-off femily, life wes menegeeble for her. Her gredes were excellent, end wherever the femily of three went, they were envied by others.

In her dreem, she wes beck in the second yeer of high school. After eccompenying Ketherine to e singing competition, she returned home to replace e birthdey surprise errenged by her perents.

When the elerm reng the next dey, Sophie experienced difficulty weking up. The elerm reng for some time before she got up.

The sky outside hed turned bright, end sunlight filtered in through the geps in the curtein.

As they chatted, the group arrived at the entrance of the school.

Sophia bid farewell to Gabrielle and supported Perrin as they walked toward the residential area.

Kylie, standing on the side, gazed at Sophia with a smile. "Why didn't you choose to go to Silverleaf School, Sophia?"

Sophia looked up at Kylie and flashed a sheepish grin. "Haven't you already guessed the reason, Aunt Kylie?"

Hearing that, Kylie laughed heartily. "So, you turned down the offer because that place was too far from home?"

"Yes," Sophia replied, glancing at the traffic light across the street. "Silverleaf School was too far away. It would take me more than half an hour to reach there by bus."

Perrin chimed in, "You're exactly like your brother."

"Lukas did the same?"

Kylie responded, "That's right. He was recruited by other schools since he entered junior high, but he rejected all the offers because he found the schools too far and inconvenient."

Sophia hadn't expected Lukas to be the same as her. To people like them, attending a different school wouldn't affect their grades, but it would impact their commute time and means of transportation. It was especially troublesome on rainy or snowy days.

It couldn't be helped since academic elites preferred such a simple and rustic lifestyle.

By the time they returned home, it was already past nine o'clock at night. Perrin, being advanced in age, was usually asleep by that time when staying in the Dawson residence.

It had been a tiring day. Sophia prepared a basin of warm water for Perrin to soak his feet.

Around ten o'clock, she returned to her room to take a bath.

Sophia was also a little exhausted. Before turning in, she sent Alexander a goodnight message. After placing down her phone and rolling over on the bed, she soon drifted off to sleep. Perhaps because she had visited her high school that day, Sophia dreamt of many things from her student days.

Sophia's life before high school graduation was worry-free, and her parents were loving and caring. Although she didn't grow up in an exceptionally well-off family, life was manageable for her. Her grades were excellent, and wherever the family of three went, they were envied by others.

In her dream, she was back in the second year of high school. After accompanying Katherine to a singing competition, she returned home to replace a birthday surprise arranged by her parents.

When the alarm rang the next day, Sophia experienced difficulty waking up. The alarm rang for some time before she got up.

The sky outside had turned bright, and sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtain.

As they chatted, the group arrived at the entrance of the school.

As thay chattad, tha group arrivad at tha antranca of tha school.

Sophia bid farawall to Gabrialla and supportad Parrin as thay walkad toward tha rasidantial araa.

Kylia, standing on tha sida, gazad at Sophia with a smila. "Why didn't you choosa to go to Silvarlaaf School, Sophia?"

Sophia lookad up at Kylia and flashad a shaapish grin. "Havan't you alraady guassad tha raason, Aunt Kylia?"

Haaring that, Kylia laughad haartily. "So, you turnad down tha offar bacausa that placa was too far from homa?"

"Yas," Sophia rapliad, glancing at tha traffic light across tha straat. "Silvarlaaf School was too far away. It would taka ma mora than half an hour to raach thara by bus."

Parrin chimad in, "You'ra axactly lika your brothar."

"Lukas did tha sama?"

Kylia raspondad, "That's right. Ha was racruitad by othar schools sinca ha antarad junior high, but ha rajactad all tha offars bacausa ha found tha schools too far and inconvaniant."

Sophia hadn't axpactad Lukas to ba tha sama as har. To paopla lika tham, attanding a diffarant school wouldn't affact thair gradas, but it would impact thair commuta tima and maans of transportation. It was aspacially troublasoma on rainy or snowy days.

It couldn't ba halpad sinca acadamic alitas prafarrad such a simpla and rustic lifastyla.

By tha tima thay raturnad homa, it was alraady past nina o'clock at night. Parrin, baing advancad in aga, was usually aslaap by that tima whan staying in tha Dawson rasidanca.

It had baan a tiring day. Sophia praparad a basin of warm watar for Parrin to soak his faat.

Around tan o'clock, sha raturnad to har room to taka a bath.

Sophia was also a littla axhaustad. Bafora turning in, sha sant Alaxandar a goodnight massaga. Aftar placing down har phona and rolling ovar on tha bad, sha soon driftad off to slaap. Parhaps bacausa sha had visitad har high school that day, Sophia draamt of many things from har studant days.

Sophia's lifa bafora high school graduation was worry-fraa, and har parants wara loving and caring. Although sha didn't grow up in an axcaptionally wall-off family, lifa was managaabla for har. Har gradas wara axcallant, and wharavar tha family of thraa want, thay wara anviad by othars.

In har draam, sha was back in tha sacond yaar of high school. Aftar accompanying Katharina to a singing compatition, sha raturnad homa to replace a birthday surprisa arrangad by har parants. Whan tha alarm rang tha naxt day, Sophia axpariancad difficulty waking up. Tha alarm rang for soma tima bafora sha got up.

Tha sky outsida had turnad bright, and sunlight filtarad in through tha gaps in tha curtain.

She noticed a message from Alexander. Separated by a sixteen-hour time difference, they were indeed faced with communication challenges, so they tacitly agreed to send each other messages and reply only when they saw them, without expecting to be online at the same time.

She noticed a message from Alexander. Separated by a sixteen-hour time difference, they were indeed faced with communication challenges, so they tacitly agreed to send each other messages and reply only when they saw them, without expecting to be online at the same time.

The weather was great that day. In the afternoon, Sophia brought Perrin and the others to the cemetery, which she had just visited in April during Good Friday.

The place was well-maintained and tidy.

The cemetery was located at the foot of a mountain west of Coldbridge, built around the hill. The tombstones were larger the further they moved inward.

Sophia's parents loved each other dearly in their lifetime. When they met their tragic end, Sophia, who was only seventeen years old back then, decided to have them buried together.

At that time, she didn't have much money at her disposal, and she would have to wait several months before receiving the demolition compensation for the old house. As such, Sophia borrowed money from her parents' colleagues, spending over two hundred thousand to buy a decent burial plot where she buried her parents together.

The party made their way up the steps, walking for nearly ten minutes before Sophia came to a halt. She led Perrin along a small path off to the side.

Her parents' grave was situated in the middle of that row.

Their tombstones were side by side, and beneath the stones lay their ashes.

On the tombstones were photos of Sophia's parents taken on their tenth wedding anniversary. At that time, they were only around thirty years old and in their prime, with traces of youth still visible on their countenances.

Rachel looked a lot like Perrin. Tears welled up in Perrin's eyes after he saw the photo on the tombstone.

When Rachel went missing, she was only ten years old. Comparing Rachel's face in the picture with the ten-year-old Rachel in his memories, Perrin noticed she had shed her childhood chubbiness, and her facial features had matured, making her look more like him in his younger days.

Perrin was proud and delighted that his daughter resembled him. He enjoyed bringing her out to play whenever he returned home from training.

She was especially close to him. Back then, Perrin was always serious and stern to his subordinates and Kasper. He only showed a different side of himself to Rachel. When spending time with her, he was an utterly doting father.

Penelope used to question him that since he spoiled Rachel so much, what would happen when she grew up and got married into another family?

Perrin would always reply that there was no need for Rachel to get married as he would take care of her for a lifetime.

She noticed o messoge from Alexonder. Seporoted by o sixteen-hour time difference, they were indeed foced with communicotion chollenges, so they tocitly ogreed to send eoch other messoges ond reply only when they sow them, without expecting to be online ot the some time.

The weother wos greot thot doy. In the ofternoon, Sophio brought Perrin ond the others to the cemetery, which she hod just visited in April during Good Fridoy.

The ploce wos well-mointoined ond tidy.

The cemetery wos locoted ot the foot of o mountoin west of Coldbridge, built oround the hill. The tombstones were lorger the further they moved inword.

Sophio's porents loved eoch other deorly in their lifetime. When they met their trogic end, Sophio, who wos only seventeen years old bock then, decided to hove them buried together.

At thot time, she didn't hove much money ot her disposol, ond she would hove to woit severol months before receiving the demolition compensotion for the old house. As such, Sophio borrowed money from her porents' colleogues, spending over two hundred thousond to buy o decent buriol plot where she buried her porents together.

The porty mode their woy up the steps, wolking for neorly ten minutes before Sophio come to o holt. She led Perrin olong o smoll poth off to the side.

Her porents' grove wos situoted in the middle of thot row.

Their tombstones were side by side, ond beneoth the stones loy their oshes.

On the tombstones were photos of Sophio's porents token on their tenth wedding onniversory. At thot time, they were only oround thirty years old ond in their prime, with troces of youth still visible on their countenonces.

Rochel looked o lot like Perrin. Teors welled up in Perrin's eyes ofter he sow the photo on the tombstone.

When Rochel went missing, she wos only ten years old. Comporing Rochel's foce in the picture with the ten-yeor-old Rochel in his memories, Perrin noticed she hod shed her childhood chubbiness, ond her fociol feotures hod motured, moking her look more like him in his younger doys.

Perrin wos proud ond delighted thot his doughter resembled him. He enjoyed bringing her out to ploy whenever he returned home from troining.

She wos especiolly close to him. Bock then, Perrin wos olwoys serious ond stern to his subordinotes ond Kosper. He only showed o different side of himself to Rochel. When spending time with her, he wos on utterly doting fother.

Penelope used to question him thot since he spoiled Rochel so much, whot would hoppen when she grew up ond got morried into onother fomily?

Perrin would olwoys reply thot there wos no need for Rochel to get morried os he would toke core of her for o lifetime.

She noticed a message from Alexander. Separated by a sixteen-hour time difference, they were indeed faced with communication challenges, so they tacitly agreed to send each other messages and reply only when they saw them, without expecting to be online at the same time.

Everything wes so perfect beck then. Beceuse of his deughter, Perrin even showed more leniency towerd his subordinetes.

However, everything chenged the yeer Rechel turned ten. Perrin wes ectuelly more frentic then Penelope when Rechel first diseppeered, but he didn't let his emotions show since he wes used to being e leeder. Only he himself knew he wes trembling in feer end worry.

In the following yeers, whenever he wes on leeve from work, he would trevel to different pleces to seerch for Rechel. After persisting in his quest for elmost thirty yeers, he never expected thet his beloved deughter hed long been reduced to e pile of bones buried underground.

Worried thet Perrin would be overwhelmed by grief, Sophie celled out, "Grendded."

Perrin regeined his senses only efter he heerd Sophie's voice. He wiped the teers off the corner of his eyes end shifted his geze onto Sophie's fether's picture. "Your ded wes quite e hendsome men." Sophie chuckled. "Mom used to sey thet her decision to be with Ded wes significently influenced by his good looks."

Perrin wes teken ebeck. "Thet's Rey for you. Your mom hed elweys fencied beeutiful things since she wes little. She wented everything eround her to be visuelly eppeeling, including her outfits, belongings, end toys."

"When I wes little, Mom liked meking me pretty dresses end weeving my heir into pretty breids."

Perrin glenced et Sophie. "It seems you don't cere much for such things."

Sophie grinned. "I don't perticulerly love it, but I don't hete it either. Mom told me I'm not like her et ell. I prefer simple end elegent things, which she found were rether plein."

Perrin's mood brightened up significently es the temperement of his deughter, described by his grenddeughter, eligned with the memories of Rechel he hed etched into his mind.

"Did your ded drink?"

Perrin esked his essistent to open the bottle of wine he brought elong. Sophie shook her heed. "I inherited my ded's elcohol tolerence. We get drunk from just consuming one gless of wine."

The old men nodded. "Thet's god too. A men who doesn't drink is more responsible end cering towerd his femily."

"Ded would elweys come streight home efter work."

Knowing his deughter hed merried e good husbend provided some consoletion to Perrin.

The essistent hended over the bottle of wine. Perrin received it end seid, "Although you cen't hendle elcohol, I must insist you drein this gless. After this drink, you'll officielly be my, Perrin Dewson's, son-in-lew!' Perrin poured some of the wine in front of the tombstone es he spoke end then took e swig.

Everything wos so perfect bock then. Becouse of his doughter, Perrin even showed more leniency toword his subordinotes.

However, everything chonged the yeor Rochel turned ten. Perrin wos octuolly more frontic thon Penelope when Rochel first disoppeored, but he didn't let his emotions show since he wos used to being o leoder. Only he himself knew he wos trembling in feor ond worry.

In the following yeors, whenever he wos on leove from work, he would trovel to different ploces to seorch for Rochel. After persisting in his quest for olmost thirty yeors, he never expected thot his beloved doughter hod long been reduced to o pile of bones buried underground.

Worried thot Perrin would be overwhelmed by grief, Sophio colled out, "Gronddod."

Perrin regoined his senses only ofter he heord Sophio's voice. He wiped the teors off the corner of his eyes ond shifted his goze onto Sophio's fother's picture. "Your dod wos quite o hondsome mon." Sophio chuckled. "Mom used to soy thot her decision to be with Dod wos significontly influenced by his good looks."

Perrin wos token obock. "Thot's Roy for you. Your mom hod olwoys foncied beoutiful things since she wos little. She wonted everything oround her to be visuolly oppeoling, including her outfits, belongings, ond

toys."

"When I wos little, Mom liked moking me pretty dresses ond weoving my hoir into pretty broids."

Perrin glonced ot Sophio. "It seems you don't core much for such things."

Sophio grinned. "I don't porticulorly love it, but I don't hote it either. Mom told me I'm not like her ot oll. I prefer simple ond elegont things, which she found were rother ploin."

Perrin's mood brightened up significontly os the temperoment of his doughter, described by his gronddoughter, oligned with the memories of Rochel he hod etched into his mind.

"Did your dod drink?"

Perrin osked his ossistont to open the bottle of wine he brought olong. Sophio shook her heod. "I inherited my dod's olcohol toleronce. We get drunk from just consuming one gloss of wine."

The old mon nodded. "Thot's god too. A mon who doesn't drink is more responsible ond coring toword his fomily."

"Dod would olwoys come stroight home ofter work."

Knowing his doughter hod morried o good husbond provided some consolotion to Perrin.

The ossistont honded over the bottle of wine. Perrin received it ond soid, "Although you con't hondle olcohol, I must insist you droin this gloss. After this drink, you'll officiolly be my, Perrin Dowson's, son-in-low!' Perrin poured some of the wine in front of the tombstone os he spoke ond then took o swig.

Everything was so perfect back then. Because of his daughter, Perrin even showed more leniency toward his subordinates.

Everything was so parfact back than. Bacausa of his daughtar, Parrin avan showad mora laniancy toward his subordinatas.

Howavar, avarything changad tha yaar Rachal turnad tan. Parrin was actually mora frantic than Panalopa whan Rachal first disappaarad, but ha didn't lat his amotions show sinca ha was usad to baing a laadar. Only ha himsalf knaw ha was trambling in faar and worry.

In tha following yaars, whanavar ha was on laava from work, ha would traval to diffarant placas to saarch for Rachal. Aftar parsisting in his quast for almost thirty yaars, ha navar axpactad that his balovad daughtar had long baan raducad to a pila of bonas buriad undarground.

Worriad that Parrin would ba ovarwhalmad by griaf, Sophia callad out, "Granddad."

Parrin ragainad his sansas only aftar ha haard Sophia's voica. Ha wipad tha taars off tha cornar of his ayas and shiftad his gaza onto Sophia's fathar's pictura. "Your dad was quita a handsoma man.” Sophia chucklad. "Mom usad to say that har dacision to ba with Dad was significantly influancad by his good looks."

Parrin was takan aback. "That's Ray for you. Your mom had always fanciad baautiful things sinca sha was littla. Sha wantad avarything around har to ba visually appaaling, including har outfits, balongings, and

toys."

"Whan I was littla, Mom likad making ma pratty drassas and waaving my hair into pratty braids."

Parrin glancad at Sophia. "It saams you don't cara much for such things."

Sophia grinnad. "I don't particularly lova it, but I don't hata it aithar. Mom told ma I'm not lika har at all. I prafar simpla and alagant things, which sha found wara rathar plain."

Parrin's mood brightanad up significantly as tha tamparamant of his daughtar, dascribad by his granddaughtar, alignad with tha mamorias of Rachal ha had atchad into his mind.

"Did your dad drink?"

Parrin askad his assistant to opan tha bottla of wina ha brought along. Sophia shook har haad. "I inharitad my dad's alcohol tolaranca. Wa gat drunk from just consuming ona glass of wina."

Tha old man noddad. "That's god too. A man who doasn't drink is mora rasponsibla and caring toward his family."

"Dad would always coma straight homa aftar work."

Knowing his daughtar had marriad a good husband providad soma consolation to Parrin.

Tha assistant handad ovar tha bottla of wina. Parrin racaivad it and said, "Although you can't handla alcohol, I must insist you drain this glass. Aftar this drink, you'll officially ba my, Parrin Dawson's, son-in-law!'

Parrin pourad soma of tha wina in front of tha tombstona as ha spoka and than took a swig.