The Returning Ex

Ian said nothing. He looked at them for a moment more and looked back at the yard. Unable to push John away, Sophia stomped on his foot, but John didn’t mind. He bit her lip for one last time before letting her go.

Sophia looked at the living room and lowered her voice. “What are you doing? Are you mad? There are people here.”

Lifting a hand, John brushed her lips gently. “Maybe I am.” He had a mocking smile on his face, but it was for himself, not Sophia. Then he combed her hair. “Remember to act it all out. Don’t forget our deal.”

Sophia pursed her lips. We’re in the house. Do we have to act here? I thought the deal only applies to strangers, but now he’s expanding it to anyone? What am I, chopped liver?

John stayed in there for a while before going out, and the first thing he did was to look at Ian. Ian was sitting on the sofa, but he didn’t look back. On the other hand, Logan pointed at John angrily. “Just you wait! I’ll get a woman, too! Anyone can kiss! If I really want it, a whole lot of women are just waiting for me!”

he went to sit down. “You finding a woman is none

now, it’s still not his business. John has a wife, so why did I say that to him? That realization hurt him, so he went to hold Ian’s arm. “I’m hurt, Ian! I can feel it in my heart this time! It’s going to take

want to get back at him? Go for someone he cares about,” he said

up at Ian and clicked his tongue. “He only cares about Sophia. I can’t go for her. Nobody

saying that to John, and John knew it. He gave him a fake smile and wiped his lips. It was an obvious provocation, but Ian only looked at

cooking, she called Logan to help her serve the food. Logan complained that Sophia was only enslaving him

didn’t expect her cooking to be this good. Look, they just smell