The Returning Ex

The moment Sophia pushed the door open, she was taken aback by the sight of John lying on her bed in his pajamas. It appeared that he had fallen asleep.

She stood at the door, gasping and wondering why he was in her bedroom. She shuffled over and asked, “John, did you enter the wrong room?”

His eyes remained closed as if he had not heard a thing. She shook his body, but he suddenly reached out and dragged her onto the bed by her arm. Eyes closed, he said in a hoarse voice, “Stop fooling around. I’m tired.”

She lay on top of him, and after some thinking, she moved to the side and lay down beside him.

The curtains were half-opened, and some light spilled into her bedroom. She took a good look at his face and agreed that he looked rather tired.

She slowly crawled out of bed and tiptoed out of the room to head downstairs. Then, she stared out from the living room windows, confused by their current situation.

John mean? Were both of them embarking on a cohabitation

initially thought that he disliked her. Is he after my

and felt uncomfortable at

for this man to separate his feelings

cab to the dessert store, where she saw Robin cleaning

to begin with. With not many options available on the menu, the store lost most of

The store

fine. Let’s take a rest for a few days. When everything’s done on my side, we

trash and took a seat, letting out a sigh. “I always feel that I’d be much more relieved after this store is closed. It’s too tiring to start a business on my own. I’m different from you. Look, you have the support of your husband. Even if you lose money, he could absorb the losses. The same cannot

much to running the store because she had a financial

commented with envy, “You’re so lucky to have a husband who is good-looking and rich. He treats you quite well too. Gosh, you must have carried over your good