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.

television, merely feeling the house was

randomly going through the channels,

didn’t greet Sophia. Instead, he went to the wine cabinet next to the

placed on the wine cabinet were

to drinking red wine, so after giving John a look, she withdrew

then came over and

drinking that. Red

didn’t care about that much. He still poured a glass for Sophia and put it at her side, then

away, 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

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

He pinched the ring on her

John today. Usually, he was a relatively introverted person. Thus, it was completely against the

you only had a glass of wine. Don’t tell me that

a brief

deeply, but

for a while, then asked,

She frowned. “Ian?”

“Just pretend that I didn’t ask

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

for she didn’t know what John was doing. After all, both of them were clear-headed. Nothing was likely

John started to touch her face, and he

before, but they usually happened just when they were

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