The Returning Ex

Sophia didn’t leave the house for the day, spending the afternoon preparing for her driving test. There were a lot of questions that she had a hard time understanding, so she took to the Internet for help.

An entire afternoon was spent in the study before she stood to stretch herself. In fact, she did a good job to upkeep her mentality, so she was now without the chagrin she used to feel.

What happened last night wasn’t a big deal, as she merely slept with someone whom she had slept with for many times, but ultimately, the number of times she did it was inconsequential.

When it was about time, she went downstairs to cook a meal. The door opened as soon as dinner was ready, while Sophia could see from the corner of her eyes that John was back. The time of day indicated that he must have returned from work, but it was in fact rare for him to be this punctual.

He already saw Sophia in the kitchen as soon as he entered, but the sight of her didn’t deter him. After taking his shoes off, he toured around the living room for a bit before arriving at the kitchen. He was wearing a calm expression, as well as maintaining his usual tone as he asked, “Do you need help?”

while giving her response, but when he left to wash his hands, she

things, and Sophia felt like they had found a middleground to deal with the incident. Neither of them spoke during dinner, which was how they treated each other on a daily basis, as they

was almost finished with his meal. John cast a glance at it without actively reaching out to read what was on the screen, nor did he say a word, allowing

did he take his phone. “Leave the dishes after you’re done. I’ll come get them

back of his figure in silence. He had one hand shoved in his pocket as he held

clean up, as it was merely a process of putting the dishes away into the dishwasher, she simply did it herself. It wasn’t

on the phone call. Although she used to

pertaining to the driving test, she didn’t intend on reading them as she spread out on her bed. There was a