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.”

the 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 legs, leaving

house, John saw this,

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

but merely kept 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, but she didn’t. Her bad eyesight obscured him from

then, John had stayed in his car quietly. He came here two days ago as well and

and the lights in the yard showed Ian in the car. John snorted. No

Ian the moment he came in, and she stood up. “I made some tea for

when he came in was a pot of tea on the coffee table. He sat

this late at night might keep

up the cup. The warmth was just right, and he downed half of the tea in one go. He actually didn’t drink too much liquor, for he was a bad drinker. If he went all out, it’d be disastrous. Then, he put his cup down. “Today was not a good

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

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

in the gutters. Not even the appointment earlier managed to cheer him up. Mr. Zimmel had tried his best to hype the atmosphere up, but to no avail. Thus, he thought it would be

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