The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John guffawed. “When you went out with Dylan, you must have carefully selected the cufflinks as his gift to Uncle Owen. Why do you look so dismissive when it’s my turn?”

“How could you compare yourself to Dylan?” she replied without thinking, and John immediately sank into silence.

Sophia paused and debated if she needed to explain herself. She had meant to say that she was not close with Dylan and had to entertain him out of courtesy. As for John, she had an intimate relationship with him and therefore was comfortable enough to dismiss him.

However, when she walked to the bathroom door and peeked toward the bedroom entrance, John had turned around and left. She was surprised that he left after hearing her remark. That jerk.

She stood there for a while before entering the bathroom to wash her face quickly. Then, she went over to the window and looked out. From her position, she could see the window of the living room if she looked down.

The living room was plunged into darkness, which meant that John was not there. He must be in his own room.

She closed her windows, drew the curtains, and lay on her bed. On the other side, John retreated to his room and entered his bathroom with his pajamas.

The bath attached to his room had no bathtub, therefore he had no choice but to take a quick shower.

At first, he had taken a lot of alcohol that made him tipsy. However, after his shower, he washed away the smell of alcohol on him along with the sleepiness.

With a pack of cigarettes in his hand, he went over to the room window. The pack was newly bought, and he had to pick at the opening with his nails to open it. His fingers kept slipping around. Darn it! Why can’t I open this thing?!

face sullen, he abruptly stopped his action, and at the heat of the moment, he crushed the cigarette pack in his palm. His brows started to furrow,

cigarette pack onto the floor in

the curtain in a swift movement

he switched off the lights and shut his eyes

of alcohol, he slowly sank into sleep. In the

two appeared

had been exaggerating, but the information upset him. At first, Dylan objected to this, but now

he drifted away into

sleep until the sun rose. His biological clock

downstairs but immediately heard some movements in the kitchen when he was at the top of the staircase. Sophia was humming a tune while making breakfast, appearing to be in a great mood. She had never felt

Constance loved to pick on her, but John never once intervened, which put Sophia in a tough spot. No wonder she remarked that he was

top of the stairs for a short while, he slowly descended. Sophia saw him from the kitchen

he obediently went into the dining hall and took his seat. He took out his phone and

packed. Except for the lunch break, he

Chinese breakfast, which was not to his preference because he thought it was too much work. But Sophia couldn’t care less about his opinions and insisted

on the receiving end, he had no say in

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