The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Surprisingly, John didn’t struggle but stood up with the momentum of Sophia’s push. However, he then raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. His tone seemingly teasing, he asked, “Who do you want to see if not me? Ian? Or Dylan?”

Sophia was taken aback. “John Constance, go and check yourself into the psychiatric hospital if you’ve gone insane! Why did you come here?”

Chuckling, John lifted a hand and grasped her chin. Sophia, however, twisted her head and shook off his hand right away. “I’m warning you, Sophia Gwendolyn, that no other man is allowed. Behave yourself. I’ll be gone on a business trip for the next few days, but I’ve already arranged for someone to tail you. If you dare betray me in any way, I’ll kill you when I return,” John threatened.

Sophia shot daggers at him. “You should hurry home and take your medicine. You’re severely ill, so it might be incurable if you tarry.”

John yanked her into his embrace. “Sophia Gwendolyn, you tormenting little temptress, let me tell you that I’m perfectly serious. If you dare get together with another man, I’ll really kill you.” He’d mulled this over for a long time today, ruminating on Dylan’s remarks earlier. She’s temperamental, so all the aggressiveness in the world won’t work if I don’t get ruthless with her.

“Scram!” Putting all her might into it, Sophia shoved him out.

John chortled. “Remember what I said, Sophia.” After saying that, he straightened his clothes and brushed past her.

figure out how he got in this time. She even went over and checked the door lock, but John’s fingerprint wasn’t in the system. She clenched

to park a distance away so that Sophia wouldn’t notice his presence. After getting into the car, he looked over at her house, his lips curving into a smile. He honked twice

he was going on a business trip with William soon, he went over after asking her for the location. Instead of waiting

Matilda pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it. Upon hearing Isabelle’s name, John instantly went mum. At this,

even cried. They hadn’t seen each other for a while now, so Matilda was actually in a

a nice girl. She even wondered whether you’ll be

at all. It’s the truth, after

John was writing himself off, so she heaved a sigh. “Say, why must you live so abysmally?” I’m sure it’s a piece of cake for him to find

words throughout the entire drive, every other word out of Matilda’s mouth revolving around Isabelle.

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