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.

scream. Sitting up straight, she lowered her head and was relieved that she was still clad in her clothes as well. Apparently, nothing happened between them last night. However, Sophia was still a little

urge of waking him up and arguing with him. However, if he really awakened, she wouldn’t even know what to say to him. Undecided, she

around, she collected them

and returned to her room in a daze. Reaching the door, she was hesitating whether she should wake Ian

wouldn’t even know how to face him. Whatever she would do, it would be

Ian was nowhere to be seen. Startled, she batted

her voice, she called

sounded from

reached for the stairs. Ian was indeed on the first floor, but he wasn’t alone.

a grave expression. Without a doubt, he must have misunderstood something. If Sophia were in his shoes, she would

herself, she questioned, “What are you doing here so early in the