The Returning Ex

Isabelle turned and stared in the direction of the door. The voices sounded very near, and Sophia’s giggles were even laced with shyness. Everyone in the room could hear the sounds from the corridor outside, so almost everyone was looking at the door.

When Sophia and John appeared at the room door, Sophia was holding onto John’s arm, her entire person leaning against him as though she was boneless. John, on the other hand, was on the other side of the door, so his expression wasn’t quite discernible. Tittering, Sophia continued, “I couldn’t possibly finish everything. What a waste!”

After John’s figure had passed the door, he languidly countered, “Weren’t you fond of such wastage in the past?” His voice was actually very placid without any particular emotion, but it sounded somewhat indulgent.

Pursing her lips, Isabelle heaved a long and silent sigh. Everything Mrs. Constance told me doesn’t quite fit the situation now. Beside her, Old Mr. Bailey lost his temper and snorted before he sprang up and slammed the door closed.

Isabelle retracted her gaze. After a few seconds, she then chuckled. “Alright, let’s eat. Don’t let such trivial things ruin our mood.” Elder Mr. Bailey seemed to have something to say, but after glancing at her, he kept silent. A strange atmosphere lingered in the room.

stretched lazily before

were halfway home, his cell phone rang. Sophia initially didn’t bother, but she then glimpsed the caller ID as she watched him take his cell phone out. Thus,

calls. Don’t you know that it’s dangerous? Here,

lunged at him and snatched his cell phone away. Then, she swiped to unlock the screen and answered the call right away,

call from your mother! Hah, if I’d known that it’s her, I wouldn’t have answered it.” These words were directed to John, but still, she placed the call on loudspeaker

didn’t want to take offense to such a petty trick, so he merely

voice was plain as day, and she heard every single word crystal clear. However, knowing that Sophia was right beside John, she couldn’t talk smack about her, so she merely asked John whether he’d eaten and whether he’d been busy recently, all

the pretext of driving, aware that she was rather ill at ease on the other