The Returning Ex

“It’s for the greater good,” said Isabelle, which had some truth to it.

Logan sat down before turning to face John. “Have a seat and some water. You performed well too.”

Failing to stifle a laugh, John commented, “You did well too, seeing that the journalists were so scared of you that they didn’t dare to ask you a single question.”

Upon hearing John’s comment, Logan leaned against his seat while crossing his legs. “I hate people like them, as all they could do was pick at us. Their reports were what stirred the pot when there really wasn’t much to see. They just want everyone to be miserable.”

After brooding on it, Sophia asked, “Are we going to wait here until the banquet is finished?”

“That won’t be necessary. I saw the doors leading to the dance floor opened, and there were already some people there,” explained John.

to know about it in case she needed

past, Sophia wore a smile when she realized Matilda might have been simply trying to make things difficult for her by having her attend all sorts of classes, only to cancel

on the contrary, quite the eager learner. There was a dance floor in his clubhouse, where he would sometimes enjoy himself without a care in his skills; he simply danced as he pleased. When he heard what John said, his eyes widened. “Let’s go! I want to

didn’t believe in a word he said. Although Logan wasn’t wearing his golden chain on this day, she could imagine the chain flinging around in the air while he danced. He was, afterall, a man of action, so he stood upon saying

into laughter. “Are you even

while saying, “I am also curious if

Logan, Isabelle for once, decided to say something. “I would like to see

to go, so she stood while announcing, “You’d better listen

was a cheerful glint in Isabelle’s eyes while