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.

out of the room, he didn’t see Sophia anywhere. Thus, he was slightly astonished. However, he also knew that with her current temperament, there

in the past a fake version of her? Or, is the current her the

up his computer, he went into the room to look through his documents. However, he began feeling irritated not long after he started

not even been 20 minutes. He suppressed his irritation then looked at the clock again.

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

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

loose outside. But, we’re at the hotel now. Why don’t we drink

John was about to say something

saying that, John blew out

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

said, “There’s a small bar at the hotel. Why don’t we go and check it

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

the room. When they arrived at the entrance to the

happily. Leaning against the bar, she was watching the

of the world were easy to deceive. All it takes is some bartender mixing drinks for