The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John hastily headed out, with water still dripping from his wet hair. He might’ve been too rushed when he was drying himself in the shower earlier, and he didn’t even towel his hair dry. He wore a cold and stern expression on his face, showing how much of a bad mood he was in.

It felt like he had only taken a few steps out from his room before he arrived at the elevator, but the elevator had already gone down when he got there.

He annoyedly jabbed the button for the elevator before waiting with his brows furrowed. Once the elevator came, he went down and immediately left the hotel for the beach.

There were still small groups of twos and threes hanging around at the beach when he arrived. The lighting at the area was dim, and some individuals who couldn’t control themselves just hugged and kissed one another in public.

John found himself focusing on these people, but he stared at a few couples only to find that they weren’t Sophia. He ran his tongue across the back of his teeth.

If I hadn’t promised Old Mr. Constance that I would take good care of Sophia for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t even have come out to the beach. With that thought, he continued to walk further down the beach.

At the same time, both Sophia and the singer were indeed standing by the sea, feeling the breeze against their faces as they chit-chatted. She found out that the singer was a drifter that traveled all over the country.

He said that he’d stay once he found a good place and leave whenever he got bored. With her arms wrapped around her shoulders, she asked, “Why haven’t you thought of settling down?”

explained, “Perhaps I haven’t found the right person to make me want to settle down.” He then turned

She paused and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I guess. I got a divorce just recently.” She was simply too desperate to

really young; I wouldn’t have expected you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a divorce?

Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t love me, right?” She turned to the singer and smiled

for a moment before he offered, “Why don’t I sing you a song? I’m bad at comforting people.” Sophia thought of the slow, melodious song that

on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and began to sing while he

stood beside him, her body facing toward the ocean and her hair ruffled by the sea breeze. The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the

she had been through countless experiences—most

never good at expressing her emotions through her tears, but right then, she didn’t seem to have control over her feelings. With a smile still

at her, his voice pausing for a moment before he continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia

was curled up like

might be crying, but the sound of the ocean drowned her cries. John simply stood on the spot and watched her without heading over

before he stood up and edged toward Sophia while reaching his arm out. “I don’t have

for her to dry her tears before she laughed and replied, “It’s fine. The sea breeze dried most of it.” The

hair up before she turned toward him and uttered, “I feel a lot better now. Your song…” She froze right then, as she saw