The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

“It’s for the greater good,” said Isabelle, which had some truth to it.

Logan sat down before turning to face John. “Have a seat and some water. You performed well too.”

Failing to stifle a laugh, John commented, “You did well too, seeing that the journalists were so scared of you that they didn’t dare to ask you a single question.”

Upon hearing John’s comment, Logan leaned against his seat while crossing his legs. “I hate people like them, as all they could do was pick at us. Their reports were what stirred the pot when there really wasn’t much to see. They just want everyone to be miserable.”

After brooding on it, Sophia asked, “Are we going to wait here until the banquet is finished?”

“That won’t be necessary. I saw the doors leading to the dance floor opened, and there were already some people there,” explained John.

Dance floor? Sophia figured she should skip it altogether since she didn’t know how to dance. Back then, Matilda had Sophia learn some dance moves with the reasoning that Sophia might need to know about it in case she needed to accompany John on some occasions. However, Matilda was also dissatisfied with Sophia’s slow progress and inelegant posture, which only seemed to irk Matilda, so Sophia ceased the effort altogether.

Upon recalling what happened in the past, Sophia wore a smile when she realized Matilda might have been simply trying to make things difficult for her by having her attend all sorts of classes, only to cancel them later on.

in his clubhouse, where he would sometimes enjoy himself without a care in his skills; he

flinging around in the air while he danced. He was, afterall, a man of action, so he stood

laughter. “Are you even

saying, “I am also curious if he lives

for once, decided to say something. “I would

to go, so she stood while announcing, “You’d better listen properly here. I can’t dance, so I’ll only go with you

a cheerful glint in Isabelle’s eyes while

there weren’t a lot of people in it. Music was being played on the floors, but everybody was watching from the sidelines rather than going forward to dance. There was a row of chairs by the dance floor, as well as a small table full of

performance, so he

before mocking him, “Don’t you turn this place into a clubhouse, or

“Just wait here.”

Sophia and Isabelle sat on both sides of him. Seemingly having recalled something, Isabelle moved closer to whisper

Sophia paid no more attention to them, as she was more curious about Logan’s choice of music with how peculiar his taste was. The music on

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