The Returning Ex

As John walked away, he said, “Wait for a while here. When they come later, you can leave.” Zack instantly responded with an affirmation.

Exiting the hotel, John got into the car. The driver then asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Constance?”

John mulled it over for a while, but he just didn’t know where to go. It seems that there aren’t many places I can go either. After a brief hesitation, he slowly recited an address.

Meanwhile, at Sophia’s house, Logan kept hanging around, making her feel a tad irritated. She’d asked him several times why he hadn’t left, but Logan put on a guileless face. “Why? You don’t regard me as a friend anymore? Are you finding me a bother?”

Revolted by his pretentiousness, Sophia spun on her heels and went upstairs, no longer interested in looking at his face.

alone, Logan watched television merrily, so much so that Sophia could hear his laughter from upstairs. This rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will my neighbors misunderstand when they see this man coming

This woman is truly not that bright. She shouldn’t be having people commenting that it’s true love between her and John at

that there’s nothing between them. After all, it’s only when she whitewashes herself would her path be broader and breezier in the future. She really shouldn’t be jumping into the muddy waters of being a homewrecker, for even if she manages to get out in the end, she’ll never be pure once

but she was also a tad hesitant.

Instead, it stopped a near distance away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from the car; the only thing was that the engine was

television, laughing uproariously. Wearing a long face, Sophia walked past him, only to have him promptly

a moment’s contemplation, he opened the