The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

At first, John was a little nonchalant, but his face turned solemn as he looked through the pictures, especially when he came to the last one. Pausing, he told her to wait for a moment and left the room.

Knowing exactly what he was going to do, Sophia waited until he was gone before going into the bathroom and saw that he had thrown all the clothes he was wearing earlier into the bin, including his jacket and shirt. After she had seen that, she twirled around and went out.

Standing at the top of the staircase, she watched silently as John compared the angle of the last picture, trying to find out where it was taken.

In the end, he stopped at the side of the door panel and scrutinized the panel carefully. In just a few seconds, he picked something out from between the pattern gaps of the panel.

Sophia had already guessed it as well, actually. She didn’t think that she would have missed it if someone stood that close to her and even took a picture of herself. So, that would only mean that she was being monitored. Despite that, she wasn’t afraid and thought that the other party was rather capable.

Clenching the device in his hand, the look on John’s face turned grim. Even though Husky managed to sneak into the house last time, he was obviously not a proficient person in his job. On the other hand, this person proved to be a bigger threat than him although he or she had only reached their doors.

After staring at the panel for a while, he was now fully awake and saw Sophia when he turned around and lifted his head. As she stood by the handrail with a calm expression, the look on her face made him feel as though his heart was being crushed. It felt a little bitter and uneasy at the same time.

Ascending the staircase slowly, he paced over to her side and stroked her face. “Are you afraid?”

grinned. “There’s nothing

his lips curled up into a smirk, and

as he texted. Even though the buzzing sound of his phone vibrating wasn’t noisy, it was considered loud compared to the

and sleeping soundly beside him. As he stroked her hair like she was a kitten, she must have

cell phone, he lay down as well and pulled her into his embrace. He closed his eyes and felt her belly. There was nothing, really, but he had an ineffable feeling that her belly had gotten

them fell asleep until Matilda came knocking on

the time. Opening the door, he looked at Matilda and whispered, “Let’s

bring it upstairs. Tell her to wash

a moment of

a damp towel to clean Sophia’s face, and she woke up with half-opened eyes. “Is

back to bed after eating. But don’t sleep too much

him a look and murmured, “You’re such a

he said, “Yeah, I’m a nag,

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