The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia, however, didn’t notice the change in John. She continued minding her own business. Meanwhile, John suppressed the desire within him and pivoted, carrying Sophia’s luggage upstairs.

As he opened her room door, his eyes darted around the interior. He’d stayed in this room twice, and while that didn’t say much, he still remembered how the room used to be.

Now, however, everything had changed. One could tell from a single glance that it was a young maiden’s room since there was a gigantic stuffed toy on the bed, taking up half the space, and the bedsheets had been changed to pink ones. Even the floor mat by the bed was different.

John stared for a long time before he placed the luggage in the room and left. When he returned downstairs, Sophia had already gotten up and was sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat with her cell phone in hand, looking at something or other. As he descended the stairs, he asked, “Have you eaten?”

Sophia didn’t look at him, but while her eyes remained fixed on her cell phone, she answered, “I’m not hungry.” That means she hasn’t eaten.

When John had gotten downstairs, he went to the kitchen and took a quick look around. There’s nothing much here. Then, he went over to the refrigerator and peered in. There’s plenty of raw ingredients in there, but regretfully, I don’t know how to cook a single thing.

After scrolling her cell phone for a while, Sophia stood up. “Have you eaten?”

John murmured in affirmation and closed the refrigerator door. “I went back to Constance Residence, so I ate there.”

Nodding, Sophia then headed upstairs. “I’m going to bed.” John frowned slightly but said nothing in the end.

her suitcase and took out everything in there, only to see the divorce certificate and divorce

them out. He looks stern in the photo on the divorce certificate, which is

guffawed before leaving the room with both the divorce

and placed the documents on the bedside table. Returning to her room, she then took a shower.

while entertaining clients, nor do I need to bother about cooking supper when he comes home late, much less concern myself with thoughts of whether there are ladies around when he’s entertaining clients and lose sleep

it, for she didn’t have any dreams that night, sleeping

last night, so she woke up starving early in the morning. Sitting on the bed, she sighed. Can’t this stomach of mine

cook some noodles for herself, but as she mulled it over while staring at the water in the pot, she made

was done cooking, John came downstairs. He was used to having Western-style breakfasts, so he originally didn’t plan to eat at home. However, when he reached the landing, Sophia spoke without even sparing him a glance, “Get your bowl yourself.” Only

only noodles, one can tell from the aroma itself that the taste must be great. There were egg and shredded meat as well as chives for garnishing. John then saw that Sophia had even cooked

right. While it isn’t gourmet, it tastes pretty good as I eat. The atmosphere, however, was a touch too silent. After pondering for a moment, John remarked, “I didn’t know you

everyone was born with a silver spoon in

her, he recalled that Old Mr. Constance once said that Sophia had always been leading a hard life all her days when he was still

stared at him before snickering out of the blue. “Needless to say, I know things Isabelle Bailey doesn’t know, and they’re naturally things that are

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