The Returning Ex

With her luggage in tow, Sophia went to the airport early next morning. Because the flight was too early, Sophia kept yawning from her insufficient sleep. Not long after arriving at the airport, the announcer started calling the passengers for her flight to come on board.

Zack booked a business class seat for her. Sophia went in first, so the passenger beside her hadn’t arrived yet. After she put her luggage and sat down, Sophia yawned a few more times.

More passengers came in after her, but not many. Hmm, not many passengers this time. She looked around her before lying down in a comfy position. Then she put on her eyeshade and slept.

Because she didn’t sleep much last night, Sophia drifted to sleep after she closed her eyes. She didn’t realize someone came to sit beside her later, nor did she care. It wasn’t until a stewardess came did she wake up. Sophia was gently nudged, then the stewardess told her, “Excuse me, miss. Do you need anything to drink?”

Sophia pulled her eyeshade up and squinted. “Cola with ice, thank you.” After the stewardess poured her drink, the passenger beside her took it for her.

She took it and had a sip before saying thank you, to which the passenger replied, “You’re welcome.” Wait, that voice… It’s familiar. Too familiar. Sophia paused for a moment, then, ever so slowly, she turned around to see who the passenger was. When she saw who it was, her expression froze.

a few moments before looking back at Zack. Zack was covering his face, for he hadn’t been able to bring himself to look at John ever since the latter noticed Sophia was in the

also looked at Zack, and she arched her eyebrow. Zack turned his back on both of them and plugged his ears with his earphones, pretending not to know

me.” Sophia smacked

stopping Sophia from asking a few questions she would like answered. It was impossible to sleep now, so she

her to binge-watch dramas, though she downloaded some shallow ones to kill time. Unfortunately, she couldn’t keep her eyes on her tablet, for

was wearing a pair of anti-glare

that John was handsome. Well, all of the Constance men were decent-looking, but John was the hottest of them

where she stood, so she would admit that aside from his looks, she didn’t like anything

were divorced, Sophia would always grin whenever she saw or thought of him. I never felt that way

and scolded herself, You’re divorced, so stop thinking about this. No matter how great he

the seat with her arms crossed, she felt John unbuckling himself and left. She pulled her eyeshade up to glance at him. Probably went to