The Returning Ex

Since Sophia was at her home, she wasn’t worried at all. Although she kept saying that she had drunk too much, she never rejected it whenever Ian filled her glass with beer.

As they chatted and drank beer, they soon became tipsy.

Tottering out of the dining hall, Sophia held the handrail of the stairs firmly. “Ian, just get yourself a room in the house. I can’t drink anymore.”

Wasted, Ian rested on the chair and gave an affirmative grunt before falling into silence.

Upon returning to her own room, Sophia plunged into her bed and dozed off.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the window and cast its glow at the room. Feeling the warmth, Sophia slowly opened her eyes as a face fell into her gaze.

Ian and Sophia were lying on the bed in identical positions with some distance between them. Fortunately, Ian had his clothes on.

she was still clad in her clothes as well. Apparently, nothing happened between them last night. However, Sophia

for a while, she had the urge of waking him up and arguing with him. However, if he really awakened, she wouldn’t even know what

still around, she collected them and hurled them into the

daze. Reaching the door, she was hesitating whether she should wake Ian up. If

wake him up, she wouldn’t even know how to face him. Whatever

nowhere to be seen. Startled, she batted her eyelids. Is he gone? It’s strange. If he really

her voice,

from downstairs.

for the stairs. Ian was indeed on the first floor, but he wasn’t alone. Standing on the staircase, Sophia was startled to see the other person as her eyebrows knitted

misunderstood something. If Sophia were

of explaining herself, she questioned, “What are you