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?”

before saying, “Ian’s phone was shattered and left in front of my front

“Am I that type of

before on the second floor and the bruises took a few days to heal. John huffed, “No, I didn’t hit

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

not help but snap back with a

the end, he was the one who surrendered. In the next few days, Sophia lived her

A woman like Sophia could not be dealt with by using harsh methods; only the soft and roundabout approach would work on her. No matter how harsh he

he had to admit that he could not handle it. Anyway, the thought of Ian’s face last night made him

he lowered his dignity to persuade someone, but she merely bursted out in

“Sure, sure. It was my fault. My fault.” He had taken advantage of her last night anyway, so it was nothing to let her

of things she wanted to say to him, and she never had anything important to tell him in the first place, she stood up and told him, “Alright. I don’t have