The Returning Ex

An apology actually made no difference at this time, and Sophia didn’t think the singer had anything to apologize for either. She glanced out the window for a moment, the issue with John slipping her mind entirely. “What’s your name? I’ve never asked you this,” she asked in a low voice.

Looking at her, the singer chuckled. “Ian Morgan.”

“Ian Morgan,” Sophia repeated. “It sounds pretty nice.” At this, she lowered her voice again. “Was the woman earlier your mother?”

Ian’s expression froze. “No.”

Sophia chortled. “I thought so. While I didn’t see her entire face, I think you two look different.”

Having thought of something, Ian sneered, “We’re not at all alike.”

it headed straight toward the city center. Finally, it came to a stop outside a villa. The villa was massive, so it was apparent that someone who had the wherewithal to purchase such a huge villa here

with Ian. Behind them, that woman’s car also came to a stop. Standing beside the car, Sophia lowered her head and glanced at her cell phone. Zack is calling again. All of a sudden, she recalled the fact that John was still facing a problem. Nevertheless, I don’t think he needs me to help

at her when she walked past. Although the woman was wearing sunglasses, she could sense the disdain on

back at Sophia, but Sophia didn’t even spare her a glance, keeping her gaze on

pursed his lips, seemingly deliberating for a moment before nodding. “Yeah.” His hesitation had Sophia feeling a tad

free, but Ian raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, applying slight force as he repeated, “Let’s

and he hurriedly opened the gate upon seeing her. Ignoring Sophia and

a sofa facing the door. A man getting on in

a long while. Taken aback, Sophia frowned slightly and turned her gaze on the man