The Returning Ex

“For some reason, I thought about the time you and I went to the Morgans’ company when you called,” Ian said.

Why did he think of that? Nothing big happened. As a reply, she smiled. “And? Were you thinking of Simon and Sally?”

“No,” replied Ian. “Only you.” He kept on staring at Sophia.

Sophia was about to say nothing happened that day, but the serious look on Ian’s face and the gentleness in his eyes made her bite her tongue. Oh no, that look in his eyes. I don’t like it. She gasped. “Why the serious look? It’s making me nervous.”

A few moments later, he smiled. “I know you knew I was using you that day.”

Sophia said nothing as she pursed her lips, her silent surprise an affirmative answer, so he sighed. “I did think of using you that day, and you found out about it.” Nonetheless, since she didn’t ask, he didn’t say.

“It’s fine. That wasn’t a big

eyes became gentler, and he sat up slowly. “I’ve seen many people over the years, but you’re the first who helped me without asking for anything

What’s he talking about?

eyes off her. “Sophia, I’ve kept my feelings hidden all this time. But today, I

surprise, Ian. You’re here too?” someone quipped

from shock, and she looked back. Standing at the doorstep was none other than John Constance with his hands in his pockets, who had showed up from nowhere. Sophia’s mouth formed an O. This guy’s gone for days now,

what he wanted to, so he

to them slowly, smiling. “I thought I’d drop in and say hi since I

frowned. So what? There’s no need

and looked down at the coffee table, where a teapot and teacup sat. A moment later,

a response. “Yes. I’m surprised to see you here too,