The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Now John looked back at Sophia. He was wearing an aloha shirt today. The collar was unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone underneath. Instead of his neatly combed hair, he was sporting a casual hairstyle today. John was mostly the aloof type, but now he looked more approachable.

Sophia noticed his look from the corner of her eye, but she kept on watching the show on the stage. John stared at her for a few moments, then he looked back at the stage. His companion looked at her too, but as a rival. Naturally.

Women are always hostile to their own. However, she relaxed after hearing the man calling Sophia his girlfriend. Zack was shocked to hear that, then he glared at Sophia, though she ignored him.

She didn’t care what was going on on the stage, for her mood was ruined when John came here. After finishing her wine, she refilled it.

The bottle was near her, and when she went to take it, John looked at the bottle, but he said nothing. After watching the show for a bit, John’s companion huddled together with him and mumbled something.

John leaned slightly toward his companion, though his eyes didn’t leave the stage. A while later, the woman chuckled, while John smiled vaguely.

Sophia tried to not look at them, but even so, their interaction annoyed her. It was easy pretending they didn’t know each other, but she was still unsettled by this. She looked somewhere else in an attempt to distract herself.

The sea unfurled itself before her, its waves crashing onto the ivory sands of the beach. She had never seen the sea in its true glory before, but thanks to her divorce, now she had the cash to come here.

dancing soul was lit up, so they performed around the

prefer to have it already

too loud either, but Sophia heard it. It stung her, reminding her

lazy and passive about it. He only

about that. She stood up. “Why don’t

stood up. “Let’s go, then.” He thought Zack had a thing for Sophia, so he wanted to leave

handed them some meat skewers, but Sophia didn’t take them. “I’ll just

though. “I’ll do

I call you?” Sophia looked back

smiled. “Trevor Cohen. Just call me Trevor. I might have been a bit rude talking to

was her boyfriend. “It’s fine.” She shook her head, since nobody would believe it

A few moments later, he approached John. “Boss, the madam is—” John glanced at