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.

rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will my neighbors misunderstand when they see this man coming to my house every day when I’m an unmarried woman? After

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 not that bright. She shouldn’t be having people commenting that it’s true love between her and

thought, She would’ve been better served to have people commenting 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

this. Sophia had the urge to tell John about this, but she was also a tad hesitant. So what if I tell him? To make him hate Isabelle? She ruminated for what felt like

car, but the car didn’t drive over to her house. Instead, it stopped a near distance away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from

he was still watching television, laughing uproariously. Wearing a long face, Sophia walked past him, only to have him promptly sit up. “Hey, hey, where are you going? Are you going out? I’ll go with you. Are you going to shop for groceries? I’ll

of 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 the door and alighted from