The Returning Ex

Sophia didn’t look at John and Zack at all. Instead, she followed Trevor over to the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor first, and Sophia smiled a little before she pressed the button for two floors above his.

As the lift went up, Trevor asked Sophia how long she was planning to stay here. Flustered, she thought for a moment before simply saying, “I think I’ll be leaving soon. My friend has asked me to go somewhere else.”

He seemed a little regretful when he heard this. “Ah, that’s rather soon.”

She nodded before saying, “It’s fine. We can keep in touch in the future.”

The elevator came to a halt on Trevor’s floor, and she waved goodbye to him as he stepped out of it. Once the elevator shut its doors, she pressed the button for one floor above.

Leaning against the walls of the elevator, she let out a huge sigh. It was torturous having to put on a smile in front of strangers, especially when she felt like she couldn’t smile at all.

She headed to her room once the elevator doors opened. After throwing her phone on the bed, she rushed off to take a shower—her entire body was sticky and sweaty, causing her great discomfort. As she showered, she glanced downward to see two bruises at each side of her waist.

John, that b*stard, really didn’t hold back. Feeling exhausted, she simply took a quick shower before changing into her clothes and stepping out.

earlier, but their activities were too energy consuming and had drained

long time, the room service didn’t arrive. As such, she rolled off the bed, got up, and went out of

of any waiters heading toward her room. She walked over to the elevator to check if her delivery was arriving.

a glance before walking to his room. Zack, on the other

having rooms on

uttered before turning around to look at John’s leaving figure. He was headed to his room,

you have plans tomorrow? With that

she

out with him even though you’ve

to laugh. “We’ll always be two people who have ‘just met’ if I never

as he said, “Tell me the truth. Have you really

turned around toward her own room, the smile on her

the one to try hard? Haven’t I tried hard enough in the past? Why does it have to be me? Do I deserve to be bootlicking all the time? What a joke. She got back to