The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

As John walked away, he said, “Wait for a while here. When they come later, you can leave.” Zack instantly responded with an affirmation.

Exiting the hotel, John got into the car. The driver then asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Constance?”

John mulled it over for a while, but he just didn’t know where to go. It seems that there aren’t many places I can go either. After a brief hesitation, he slowly recited an address.

Meanwhile, at Sophia’s house, Logan kept hanging around, making her feel a tad irritated. She’d asked him several times why he hadn’t left, but Logan put on a guileless face. “Why? You don’t regard me as a friend anymore? Are you finding me a bother?”

Revolted by his pretentiousness, Sophia spun on her heels and went upstairs, no longer interested in looking at his face.

Sprawled on the sofa downstairs alone, Logan watched television merrily, so much so that Sophia could hear his laughter from upstairs. This rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will my neighbors misunderstand when they see this man coming to my house every day when I’m an unmarried woman? After listening to his merry-making in the room for a while, she then walked over to the window.

Gazing into the distance, her mind went to the recording Logan played earlier. It turns out that some of those who are playing up the issue on the Internet is Isabelle’s doing. This woman is truly not that bright. She shouldn’t be having people commenting that it’s true love between her and John at this juncture. When this is too prevalent, it’ll be even easier to establish her reputation as a homewrecker.

After all, it’s only when she whitewashes herself would her path be broader and breezier in the future. She really shouldn’t be jumping into the muddy waters of being a homewrecker, for even if she manages to get out

had the urge to tell John about this, but she was also a tad hesitant. So what if I tell

sight of John’s car, but the car didn’t drive over to her house. Instead, it stopped a near distance away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from the car; the only thing was that the engine was turned off. She stared fixedly at the car for a long while.

Sophia walked past him, only to have him promptly

making a beeline for John’s car. The driver knew her, so after a moment’s contemplation, he opened the door and alighted

glance, she could tell that he was drunk. Mild surprise swamped her. Firstly, John’s alcohol tolerance has always been good, so I wonder how much he’d imbibed that he ended up in such a drunken state. Secondly, why is he foxed at this time? Is it because he doesn’t have much work, so he’s taking the afternoon off? Logically speaking, people go

seemed to be asleep since he’d

noon. Then, he told me that he wanted to come here, but he also said

chuckled. “Mr. Constance has probably drunk too much, so the alcohol has muddled his mind. You should just drive home and have him

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