The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John stared at Isabelle’s message for a while before replying, ‘Not at all.’ Subsequently, there was nothing else from her end.

Sophia knew that John’s phone dinged and was well aware that he’d received a message. In fact, she was almost certain who the sender was, but she didn’t bother looking, not even glancing out the corner of her eye.

She was chatting with the singer back then. The singer said that he’d been going around to a few cities, but he didn’t quite like them all, so he was at a loss as to where he should go next. Thus, Sophia naturally went along with the conversation and invited him to this city to have a look. There were several underground bars in the city center with lounge singers, so she felt that this was a viable option for him.

The singer replied with a smiley and a voice message. Without even thinking about it, Sophia played it, upon which the singer’s voice drifted out, sounding very much alluring. He didn’t say anything outrageous, merely saying that he’d treat her to a meal if he decided to come.

Beaming, Sophia replied, ‘If you come, I’ll treat you to a meal. Perhaps I’ll even let you sample my cooking.’

John stared intently at Sophia. She looks sincere. After a moment’s contemplation, he retracted his gaze. Sophia didn’t chat for long either, all noise subsiding after a short while.

After John was done eating, he didn’t leave immediately but sat there and waited for Sophia. When she placed her cutlery down slowly, he finally asked, “Was it the singer we met in the hotel?”

Sophia raised her eyes and looked at him. “Yup.”

with Sophia. He nodded. “Is he coming?” Sophia said yes,

after mulling it over for a bit, she could somewhat guess John’s meaning. He’s trying to give me some space with that singer. She

and cleared the table. After sharing two meals, they both seemed to have a clear division of labor—Sophia cooked, while John did the dishes. Despite knowing

stood in the yard,

look at the materials today, but it felt as though she was reading a mythical book, for she truly didn’t quite understand anything. Sitting in the study, she started scratching her head after looking at two questions. These

John took two calls downstairs—one from Zack who called to inquire about a work matter and the other from Mrs. Constance. Mrs. Constance’s voice was slightly sullen, sounding very much anguished as she griped about how she wasn’t used to not having him at home. John could only mollify her by saying that he only moved out, but she could still

to marry Sophia Gwendolyn back then. She made a mess of our family. There wouldn’t be

his lips, John stared at the plant rack in the yard. “That’s enough. Just get over it since there’s no changing reality. I’ll go back when

on your wife, nor do I want to be at odds with my daughter-in-law

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