The Returning Ex

The singer lifted his head and looked up at the sky. “I’m sorry; I forgot about the weather.” Putting his guitar away, he continued, “Let’s go. Why don’t we return together? I’ll treat you to a drink.”

Sophia raised her brows at him. “Sure.”

Then, the two of them walked and chatted about some of the places the singer had been to before.

Sophia knew very little about the outside world. Therefore, she was extremely curious about that.

While they were talking, they arrived at the entrance of the hotel’s little bar.

At this hour, the bar wasn’t open yet. However, the singer was a familiar face there. Thus, he naturally had special privileges.

Then, he brought her inside with him. The bartender was cleaning out his bartending equipment at the time. When he saw the singer coming inside with Sophia, his mind wandered into the gutter. Thus, he greeted the singer, “Come on over! What do you want to drink? It’s my treat.”

Sophia had only seen bartending in TV dramas, so she was rather interested in it. Leaning across the bar, she smiled widely. “Give me something you’re good at; something with some difficulty.”

The bartender smiled and began preparing a drink on the spot.

room, he didn’t see Sophia anywhere. Thus, he was slightly astonished. However, he also knew that with her current temperament, there was no way she would stay in the

much. Was that woman in the past a fake version of her?

computer, he went into the room to look through his documents. However, he began

his irritation then looked at the clock again. In the end,

Zack. He claimed that the seafood they brought back was not suitable to be kept in the refrigerator. Things like

notify him about it. Then, John lost it at that moment. “If it’s spoiled, throw it away!

tell that John was in a terrible mood right now. So, his voice lowered, “What I meant is… we couldn’t let loose outside. But, we’re

glared at Zack for a long while—so much so that Zack thought John

saying that, John blew

However, he couldn’t get his emotions under control. Thus, he couldn’t help feeling that this trip had gone wrong since the beginning. Every part of the trip felt off to him—it was a strange entrapping feeling that made him extremely

“There’s a small bar at the hotel. Why don’t we

their room. However, he considered it briefly and nodded. “It’ll be good to have a

entrance to the bar,

she was watching the bartender mixing some drinks with an expression

have never seen much of the world were easy to deceive.