The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

After some thought, John asked Sophia about the supposed argument between Matilda and her before dinner. Sophia averted her gaze ever so slightly, as there was no argument but a discussion about what to do with the child she carried.

She told Matilda that the child would be a Gwendolyn as she didn’t want to associate herself with the Constances. Matilda was unhappy about it, as she seemed to think it was unfair to John. However, Sophia didn’t think it was unfair, as she wouldn’t be remarrying John anyway, and would raise the child alone, so the child would of course be a Gwendolyn.

What was she even thinking about? Sophia heaved a sigh before coming up with a lie. “It was no big deal. She was feeling sorry that you had to cook for me despite not being someone used to doing so.”

Bursting into laughter, John didn’t seem to doubt what Sophia told him. “It’s true that I never cook, so of course she wasn’t used to seeing me do that. However, I do hope that you could empathize with her a little, as it was normal that she felt sorry for me, so please don’t take what she said too personally.”

Letting out a hum, Sophia said, “I know that, which is why I didn’t retaliate.”

Halfway through their stroll, a man in black sports attire came jogging toward them from the front with earphones tucked into his ears as he hummed along to the music. Neither Sophia nor John seemed to care about him until he started picking up speed while running toward Sophia.

the side upon nearing her, as there was a lot of space on the

intending to run into her. With his speed, Sophia dared not imagine what would happen if he knocked her down. A chill traveled down her spine as she

let go of Sophia before moving away. It exposed her to the man entirely, which left her mind blank while her

John’s kick. Seemingly having put in much force behind the kick, John staggered backward due to inertia. Meanwhile, the kick managed to do a number on the man, as he didn’t get up until much later. Swiftly, John went over and looped his arms around Sophia, whose face was drained of color. “Are you alright?”

still had a hand over her belly when she replied, “I think I’m

a sullen expression on his face. With how hard he kicked, John’s legs were

his own ears, only to find there was no music playing at all. Startled, he turned to approach the man, then fished out the latter’s phone, only to find

sneer, John checked on the phone’s contact list after staring at it for a few seconds. The latest call was made a few minutes ago, and judging from the length of the call, he seemed to have hung

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