The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Initially, Sophia was only feigning sleep so she wouldn’t have to face John alone, but then she drifted to sleep. When she woke up, the nurse was about to give her an injection. It was a hemostatic injection, and it contained anti-inflammatory medicine.

Zack and John were still sitting on the sofa in the ward. After Zack was done reading the document, he handed it to John for approval. None of them looked at Sophia.

Looking at the nurse, Sophia pursed her lips. “I don’t need the injection. This has been a problem for quite a while now, so I’ll just take the meds.”

The nurse didn’t smile at her. “Do you know how serious your condition is? It’s precisely because you don’t care that you’re in this shape. You’re still young, so take care of it, or it’ll haunt you for life.” She took out the tourniquet.

Sophia extended her hand reluctantly, and the nurse wrapped the tourniquet around her as she patted Sophia’s hand. “You’re so young, so how did your problem get so serious?”

Sophia looked away from the syringe, but she answered, “I didn’t pay attention to it, so this happened.”

John was reading his document, but then he looked up at Sophia. She was obviously scared of getting injected, but still she toughed it out. John was curious, for Sophia changed after the divorce.

but what was she like, anyway? John had to think long and hard

but she didn’t mind. When he told her he didn’t have time for a honeymoon, she said she didn’t mind. When he said he would be working overtime and not come

late, so he slept in the guest room. The

of himself. She never showed anything else but obedience before him. If he was honest about it, she was almost servile. Thus, he got used to her acting that

he proposed the divorce. John thought she might cry or refuse to give an

she did was freeze up for a moment to process her shock, and a moment it was. He could see

expected that, then came the day, and she cooperated with him. As if she wanted to cut all ties with him,

forehead while looking at her. Her eyes were closed, and after the injection was done, she slowly put her hand down, unmoving. John frowned curiously. Which side is the

left. Sophia lay on

at her. “What’s

after this, of course.”

meeting his gaze with John’s, for Sophia’s itinerary was almost