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

thought that he disliked her. Is he

breath and felt uncomfortable at the

possible for this man to

the dessert store, where she saw

was almost cleaned, and it was empty. Robin told her that the place never had many customers to begin with. With not many options available on the menu,

had cleaned up with the plan of closing doors early. The store had no business anyway, and there

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

to start a business on my own. I’m different from you. Look, you have the support of

was true that she did not contribute much to running

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