The Returning Ex

John raised a brow. “She’s with you? But I could clearly tell that her body is more receptive toward me.”

Alright, that is very shameless of him. Ian stood up right away in a fit of anger.

In response, John moved his legs off the coffee table and stood up after Ian. “Ian Morgan, you’ve been present everywhere, which is very irritating to me. Now, you should know how that feels, but still, this is just the beginning for you.” Next, he turned around and walked all the way out of the door with the trash bag in his hands. “Sophia is mine. Remember that: she can only be mine.”

He then threw the trash outside. The bag was full of things he gathered when he briefly cleaned up Sophia’s room, wiping off any trace of his existence. Sophia was a carefree person, so she probably would not even notice anything when she woke up the next day. After taking out the trash, he got into his car and drove away.

taking a look at the landing of the second floor. He was being careless this time. Who would have thought that John would grab the opportunity at this time? Anyway, he didn’t stand there for long. At first, he wanted to go up and check on Sophia, but

the lights and closing the door along the way. John’s

Sophia, she had no idea of what had happened that night. The next morning, she woke up, checked herself and took a look around her room. Last night, she

of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Aside from some swelling on her lips, she did not notice anything peculiar on her. That animal, John, always loved to leave love marks on her

her stomach. The feeling of nausea due to a hangover persisted. She quickly tidied up her room

she had told Robin to take care of

noodles while texting Robin, thanking Robin for sending her back home. She even woke up in pajamas. If it wasn’t her own doing, it must