The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

However, John was not waiting at the front gate as he had claimed. When Sophia arrived at home, she found him seated in her living room, watching TV while waiting for her. Her eyes bulged in disbelief at the scene. “How did you manage to get in?”

He pointed up at the second floor. “I’ve told you before to shut the balcony doors. But look, you never listen.”

At first, Sophia had decided to thank John when she met him. However, the idea went down the drain in the face of his trespassing. There was no point for her to thank him anymore. With a sour face, she sat across him. “You were the one who sent me home last night? You didn’t do anything to me, did you?”

John chuckled. “Why? Are you disappointed? If you have any wish, just let me know. I can cooperate and help you with it right now.”

She frowned. “Can you be any more shameless than that?” Next, she checked with him by asking, “Did you see Ian last night?”

John was taken aback. “Ian? Why would you ask?”

Sophia briefly entertained a fleeting thought in her mind before saying, “Ian’s phone was shattered and left in front of my front door last night. Did you do that? You hit him?”

Moments later, he denied it. “Am I that type of man in your eyes?”

Yeah, you are. Sophia recalled that John had punched Ian in the face before on the second floor and the bruises took a few days to heal. John huffed, “No, I didn’t hit him. Don’t worry. I actually get along fine with him.”

lips and finally muttered, “Your attitude is quite okay today. Weren’t

but snap back with a

the one who surrendered. In the next few days, Sophia lived

Sophia could not be dealt with by using harsh methods; only the soft and roundabout approach would work on her. No matter how

the thought of Ian’s face last night made

to persuade someone, but she merely bursted out in laughter. “I have never wanted to fight with you; I

fault. My fault.” He had taken advantage of her last night

she never had anything important to tell him in the

into a smile. “Cook some pasta for me, please? I haven’t had lunch. Just think of it as repaying me for sending

self-respect, but a person who would act shamelessly for more than once was destined to be a repeated offender. To

was

must-have ingredients in her pasta. She had some homemade salad in the fridge as

Sophia took her seat and texted

him, Ian was now with Lorraine in a discussion about the talent show, probably going over some details. He also added

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