The Returning Ex

However, John was not waiting at the front gate as he had claimed. When Sophia arrived at home, she found him seated in her living room, watching TV while waiting for her. Her eyes bulged in disbelief at the scene. “How did you manage to get in?”

He pointed up at the second floor. “I’ve told you before to shut the balcony doors. But look, you never listen.”

At first, Sophia had decided to thank John when she met him. However, the idea went down the drain in the face of his trespassing. There was no point for her to thank him anymore. With a sour face, she sat across him. “You were the one who sent me home last night? You didn’t do anything to me, did you?”

John chuckled. “Why? Are you disappointed? If you have any wish, just let me know. I can cooperate and help you with it right now.”

She frowned. “Can you be any more shameless than that?” Next, she checked with him by asking, “Did you see Ian last night?”

John was taken aback. “Ian? Why would you ask?”

mind before saying, “Ian’s phone was shattered and left in front of my front door last night. Did you

“Am I that type of man

are. Sophia recalled that John had punched Ian in the face before on the second floor and the bruises took a few days to heal. John huffed, “No, I didn’t hit him. Don’t worry. I

she stared at John with pursed lips and finally muttered, “Your attitude is quite okay today. Weren’t you quite audacious last

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dealt with by using harsh methods; only the soft and roundabout approach would work on her. No matter how harsh he acted toward her,

not handle it. Anyway, the thought of Ian’s face last night made him feel satisfied for having gotten his revenge. Then, he suggested, “Sophia, can

but she merely bursted out in laughter. “I have

“Sure, sure. It was my fault. My fault.” He had taken

run out of things she wanted to say to him, and she never had anything important to tell him