The Returning Ex

It was rare for Sophia to see him in such a casual outfit, as he was always in a hurry while in her presence. As she entered the living room, Sophia asked while taking off her shoes, “You have not eaten, have you?”

John turned to stare at her momentarily before grunting in the affirmative, while the reflection on his glasses obscured the expression in his eyes. Thus, into the kitchen she went to retrieve some veggies from the fridge. The soup he brought home last night was gone, so he had either consumed it or poured it down the drain. She turned around to begin cooking after retrieving all that she needed.

Meanwhile, John put his laptop away before taking off his glasses, then he pinched the space in between his brows as he walked toward the kitchen to stand by the entrance. “I’ll be leaving for the Constance Residence in a bit, so you won’t have to cook my portion of the meal.”

“Alright, got it.” Her hands were in constant movement even as she gave him an answer. John then turned to pack up his stuff on the sofa, and it wasn’t long before Sophia heard the sounds of his car leaving when she was halfway through preparing her meal. All she did was let out a snicker as she went on with cooking.

then cleaned everything up before lying down in bed. A

can always either hire a bunch of ghostwriters, or remove your search

but her phone rang before she fell asleep. A string of numbers appeared without its caller ID, which she recognized to belong to Mrs. Constance. It was an odd incident, as Mrs. Constance never called her. Sophia picked up nonetheless, but she chose to remain silent. Neither did Mrs. Constance speak, but she could hear voices from the other side of the line, which sounded like the chatter of a

Isabelle would be going to the Constance Residence later on. John was also travelling back to the place, which was indicative of what would happen, so Sophia wondered how she did not see that coming. However, she didn’t

must have tucked the phone in some secluded place, as aside from Isabelle’s occasional chuckles, she couldn’t actually hear what was said through the call, but it was proof enough that conversation seemed to flow

off. She didn’t know if Mrs. Constance said anything afterward, nor did she know when the call ended. She slept for