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

thought that he disliked her. Is he after my

breath and felt uncomfortable

to separate his feelings

the dessert store, where she saw Robin cleaning the place. Robin saw her coming and quickly invited her to take

to begin with. With not many options available on the menu,

early. The store had no business anyway, and there was no point wasting

Let’s take a rest for

you have the support of your husband. Even if you lose money, he could absorb the losses. The same cannot be said of me. Since I’m doing this alone, I am

lips. It was true that she did not contribute much to running the store because she

good-looking and rich. He treats you quite well too. Gosh,