The Returning Ex

He couldn’t stay here, so after John had greeted everyone here in the private room, he went over to his own private room with Isabelle.

As Sophia stared at Isabelle’s back when she left, she let out a laugh, which caused Isabelle to turn halfway and looked at Sophia when she had just reached the doorway.

Sophia pointed her middle finger right at her, causing Isabelle to be taken aback, her expression turning ugly. Then, she turned around and left, looking quite angry. She probably never would have imagined that Sophia would be so blatant by making such an unseemly gesture.

Everyone in the room saw this action of Sophia’s clearly. When Isabelle’s figure was completely out of their sight, Sophia burst into laughter. Logan also laughed, and he was laughing even harder than Sophia. Ian, who was at the side, shook his head helplessly, while Robin seemed a little confused; she couldn’t tell what was going on.

After a few laughs, Logan gave Sophia a thumbs up. “Sophia, I like your style. You are very much like me.”

Sophia snorted at him, as if she was looking down on him.

to him, “I have to admit; you

it hadn’t been for Old Mr. Jefferson giving him a look

she was admitting to it herself. “You have a good relationship with Ian,” Sophia said. “I will believe that you are different from those who pretend to be high and mighty. Come, let’s

unhappy. “Let’s be friends? Aren’t we

after drinking this glass, we

a friend before, and I had ordered

herself, Sophia laughed out loud as well, livening up the atmosphere once more as the few of

obviously very happy on this day; he was like a monkey, squatting on his chair as he acted like a good host by passing food and filling

looked at him. “You can be a good host if you want, but can you sit

I had just peeled a crab leg for you just now. Give it to me. Give it