The Returning Ex

John stopped talking again.

Sophia knew that he did not like noise, so she just sat quietly at the side.

She did not look at her phone either and just sat there aimlessly.

He started to get busy and was all over the place.

One moment he had his subordinate organize all the documents again, and the next moment he was out giving orders.

It was just like in the past where he completely neglected her.

Not long after she sat down on the sofa, she started to yawn.

There was a lounge room inside of John‘s office where he would occasionally take naps at noon.

But the lounge room was closed, so she had no idea what was behind that door.

Initially, she wanted to lie on the sofa and sleep for a bit, but she felt like it might cross the line.

She knew that her sleeping habits were not too flattering.

While he was over there working tirelessly, it was not too appropriate for her to be sprawled out here asleep.

Hence, she just fidgeted on the sofa for a while.

In the end, she leaned against the corner of the sofa while hugging a blanket and fell asleep.

was busy for a while before he

he saw her

position looked rather

a ball in

frail to start with, being curled up like

up and went to stand

and continued sleeping with

sigh and bent over to gently

eyes opened but she

over his neck and buried herself in his

brought her to the lounge room where

she faced her back toward him

dress raised up slightly, but it did

bent forward to help her straighten it back

back upright, she started

fumbling through her words. It was unclear whether she

why

at her

not know how he

in his life, his life would have

with the engagement and married Isabelle. Although I was never close to her, I think she would make a good wife. Mom also likes her, so they would have gotten along very well. We would have had a smooth married life together. By now, we would probably have a child too.

felt conflicted after

situation today, he felt a