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.

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

top of the staircase, about to come down. Upon hearing his mom’s words, he stopped dead, and without hesitation, he

not fancy Sophia

not think that she looked like a cheap nanny at all. It must be

would take some time to be ready. In the meantime, she cooked some rice and stir-fried

seat on the couch. Sophia left

not intentionally ask for it. Sophia was simply an impatient character and

contents of her

he switched on the tv and settled on a technology-related program. The phone was left

eye, he managed to see that there was a WhatsApp message on her phone. Taking another furtive glance at the

straight for her WhatsApp. She

message. Ian’s Facebook profile was set to public, and his latest post was a photo of

had informed him about Sophia going out frequently

to some older posts, which were mostly posts from Ian’s travels—he’d take a photo as a memory wherever he visited. John concluded that Ian was a

Ian’s feed, John went back to the message interface and saw another incoming message from Ian. This time,

for too long until the words stopped

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