The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The girls were carried away by their brainstorming and forgot about the time. When Sophia was finally back to reality, the sun had already set.

She was surprised to find that their conversation had lasted the whole afternoon. She hurriedly bid farewell to Robin and took a cab back home.

At home, John had been awake for a while. After waking up, he wandered around the house but could not find Sophia anywhere. That did not alarm him at all. Instead, he went to his study and requested that Zack send him some work documents from the office for him to skim through at home.

John was an extreme workaholic, so he only put down his work when Sophia was back.

Walking to the study windows, he stared at Sophia coming out of the cab and running toward the garden. She did not appear to be acting dramatically about her leg injury anymore.

He left the study and slowly went downstairs, bumping into Sophia, who was taking off her shoes at the foyer. When she saw him, she asked, “Did you just wake up?”

John chuckled. “I’m done reading a lot of work documents.”

She nodded. “You must be hungry. I’ll make some food.”

John walked over and stood at the kitchen door to stare at Sophia. In the past, she had cooked a few times. It was back when they were newlyweds that she volunteered to make dinner for him on his days off.

and reprimanded her, saying that there were helpers at home to cook dinner and that there was no

of the staircase, about to come down. Upon hearing his mom’s words,

not fancy Sophia as well. Therefore, he chose to ignore

like a cheap nanny at all. It must be

in a clay pot, which would take some time to be ready. In the

staring at her for a while, he took a seat on the couch. Sophia left her phone on the coffee table, which was

intentionally ask

never been interested in knowing the contents of her phone. He had

settled on a technology-related program. The phone was left on the coffee table, but

Taking another furtive glance at the kitchen, he confirmed that Sophia

unlocked it, heading straight for her WhatsApp. She had indeed received a message asking her what she was up

to click open the message. Ian’s Facebook profile was set to public, and his latest

had informed him about Sophia going out

scrolling down to some older posts, which were mostly posts from Ian’s travels—he’d take a photo as a memory wherever

message interface and saw another incoming message from

too long until the words stopped

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