The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The moment Sophia heard that, she cracked up. This is exactly how Logan should be! In just a split second, the soft, soothing music turned into something upbeat and noisy.

As everyone stared at each other in bewilderment, unsure of what was going on, Logan removed his jacket and tie. With the buttons on his shirt and sleeves undone, he dived onto the dance floor.

The room suddenly turned dark as waiters went over to the windows by the dance floor and closed the curtains. Then, the lights came on, turning the place into the sort of dance floor in a bar.

Without a doubt, Logan didn’t know anything about ballroom dancing; he only knew some club moves. While the onlookers were still confused, he was already dancing without any structure and just as he liked.

Some of them who were drunk applauded him and some others—probably due to the influence of alcohol—joined him on the dance floor as well after taking off their jackets and ties. They had also undid the buttons on their shirts and sleeves.

As long as someone made a headstart in this sort of thing, somebody else would follow suit. When there was a first, then the second and third would come. After some clamoring, all the men in the room, except John, were already on the dance floor.

In the beginning, everyone was so proper, but now, they were all over the place, singing and dancing cheerfully.

Logan was enjoying himself. Usually when he was in the clubhouse, he would drag the waiters to dance with him when he was in the mood, and they were willing to play along with him because they were used to his temper.

After dancing for a while, he came over to Sophia, saying, “Come, join us!”

she turned him down,

he shouted, “That’s okay. I can’t either! Just dance

her head as she felt it was too

was John who was next to them who reached out his arm and grabbed her wrist. Giving her a light squeeze, he then pulled her up from her seat. “Let’s go and join

along as

dance floor, and

didn’t know how to dance in a club, so she muttered softly, “John, I really can’t

can’t dance too,” he told her with a chuckle and led her to a corner without caring about how

the opening posture for ballroom dancing. It didn’t matter what genre the music was, for after exerting a

forced to dance along with him, Sophia didn’t stop nagging. “John, are you misunderstanding something because I

a smile, he looked at her and replied, “Don’t worry. I

you’re clear about the fact that

the people who were in the mood also dragged their partners

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