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.

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 to my house

her mind went to the recording Logan played earlier. It turns out that some of those who are playing up the issue on the Internet is Isabelle’s doing. This woman is truly

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

aware of this. Sophia had the urge to tell John about this, but she was also a tad hesitant.

house. 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 turned off. She stared

face, Sophia walked past him, only to have him promptly sit up. “Hey, hey, where are you going? Are you going out?

the living room without a backward glance, making a beeline for John’s car. The driver knew her, so after a moment’s contemplation, he opened