The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

He walked over and stood by Sophia’s side. Both of them were really close, talking about something else. “If anything happens in the future, make sure you stay away. Seeing you get hurt today actually made me feel sad.”

Sophia couldn’t really read between the lines, and just took it that Ian was feeling guilty.

She nodded and said, “I know, but actually, I was hiding at the back today.”

When she said that, Logan, who was at the side, shrank his head. God knew that he really didn’t know Sophia was right behind him back then. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dodged so quickly.

Ian just grunted and looked up at the sky. “Okay, we’re leaving now. You go in first. When you go to sleep, make sure to lock your door and windows.”

“I know, I know,” Sophia replied.

Ian looked at the expression on Sophia’s face and felt a pang of helplessness. She obviously didn’t get what he was trying to say.

After exchanging a few more goodnights and goodbyes, Logan took Ian with him and left.

Sophia turned around and went into the living room.

John was not downstairs anymore. And the laptop was already switched off. It seems that he has gone upstairs.

Sophia stood next to the sofa. She took a deep breath, then went over and turned on the television.

watch the television, merely feeling the house was too

randomly going through the channels,

next to the dining room and took out a bottle of

wine placed on the wine

wine, so after giving John a look,

got two glasses, then came over and poured Sophia a glass of

drinking that. Red wine really isn’t

that much. He still poured a glass for

sitting comfortably next to Sophia, so she glanced at him. He was sitting up straight, his gaze fixed on the television, but she didn’t pay attention to what was playing on

wine. Putting down his glass, he raised his hand and reached over to grab Sophia’s hand.

the ring on her finger, twisting

what was up with John today. Usually, he was a relatively introverted person.

Sophia gave a light cough. “Umm, you only

drink much.” John gave a brief smile. “One

deeply, but didn’t say

fingers for a while,

She frowned. “Ian?”

it.” Then, he said, “Just pretend that I didn’t ask this

fingers to her wrist, then followed her arm and moved up to her

know what John was doing. After all, both of them were clear-headed. Nothing was likely to happen.

John started to touch her face, and he

never happened before, but they usually happened

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