The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Ian was speaking loudly to her, asking if she was asleep.

He’s drunk. So, Sophia grunted and said, “Not yet, but I will soon.”

“Don’t sleep just yet.” Ian stopped her. “I’ll go to your place after I’m done here. I want to talk.”

“We can talk here.” She arched her eyebrow. There’s nothing we can’t talk about on a call.

Ian smiled. “I want to do it face to face.”

Sophia smiled too. “Sure, but don’t drink too much. I’ll be waiting.”

That was more than enough said. She ended the call and went to wash herself up as well as tidying her place up. About thirty minutes later, Ian called her, saying he was done with his appointment and was on his way here. She grunted. “Did you have a lot to drink?”

“No. I’m a bad drinker, but I know how to control myself. I never drink too much.” Ian laughed.

Feeling reassured, Sophia said, “I’m waiting right here.”

call, Sophia turned on the TV in the living room. The door was left open so she could see Ian later. As it was already late, Sophia had bathed and changed into her pajamas. She sat on the sofa holding her

from the house, John saw this,

driver looked back. “Sir, we’ve been here for half an hour. Aren’t you

on looking at Sophia. The car wasn’t parked too far, so when Sophia came out to take a look around, he thought she would see him,

days ago as well and saw her watering her plants happily. She’s been living happily without me. The divorce made

stopped before Sophia’s house a while later, and the lights in the yard showed Ian in the car. John

came in, and she stood up. “I made

tea on the coffee table. He sat down across from Sophia and stared down at the tea. “You made this

this late at night might keep me up, so I made this

liquor, for he was a bad drinker. If he

his father earlier in the morning, Bryce, in his rage, said, “You’re just like your wench of a

Ian snapped, “Good. If I were anything like you,

managed to cheer him up. Mr. Zimmel had tried his best to hype the

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