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

going through the channels,

went to the wine cabinet next to the dining room and

bottles of red wine placed on the wine cabinet

wasn’t used to drinking red wine, so after giving John a look,

kitchen and got two glasses, then came over and poured Sophia

“I’m not drinking that. Red wine

poured a glass for

go away, sitting comfortably next to Sophia, so she glanced at him. He was sitting up straight, his gaze fixed

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

just lowered his gaze. He pinched the

things that happened in the kitchen before. She didn’t know what was up with John today. Usually, he was a relatively introverted person. Thus, it

a light cough. “Umm, you only had a glass of wine. Don’t tell me that

brief smile. “One glass

breathed deeply, but didn’t say

fingers for a while,

She frowned. “Ian?”

“Just pretend that I didn’t

her wrist, then followed her arm and

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

and he was

wasn’t as if something like this had never happened before, but they usually happened just when they were

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