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.

locked the door after a moment’s contemplation. Then, she opened her suitcase and took out everything in there, only to see the divorce certificate and divorce agreement between her and John at the

them out. He looks stern in the photo

leaving the room with both the divorce

to her room, she then took a shower. Subsequently, she applied a facial mask and played some

hurt his stomach imbibing 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 over the possibility of him losing control and straying. All this has nothing to do with me

bed. Perhaps she’d truly gotten over it, for she didn’t have any dreams that night, sleeping soundly

the bed, she sighed. Can’t this

over while staring at the water in the pot, she made enough for two. There’s no need

the landing, Sophia spoke without even sparing him a glance, “Get your bowl yourself.” Only then did

noodles, one can tell from the aroma itself that the taste must be great. There were egg and shredded meat

bite of noodles. It tastes just 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,

with a silver spoon in their mouths? I know far more than you

a hard life all her days when he was still alive. Poverty speeds up maturity, so she must have quite the skill set. Thus, he then asked, “What else do

blue. “Needless to say, I know things Isabelle Bailey doesn’t know, and they’re naturally things that are better kept

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