The Returning Ex

During lunch, John and Sophia ate in silence. He was a courteous guest who cleaned his plate, even finishing the sauce. When he placed his fork down, he burped and said in satisfaction, “I haven’t had such a huge meal in a long time.”

Sophia smiled. “Why? Do the Constances starve you?”

She stood up to clear the table, but he took the initiative to help before she could start. “I’ll do it.”

John took the plates and utensils, placing them into the dishwasher. Then, he turned around to take a look. Sophia had moved to the living room and taken a seat on the sofa with her legs crossed, still texting away on her phone.

Actually, John could tell who she was texting. He leaned against the frame of the kitchen door and stated, “The name of your store doesn’t sound nice at all.”

Sophia chuckled, but her gaze remained fixed on her phone. “You don’t like it? Live with it. I didn’t open that store for you anyway.”

conversations, but she seems to only do it to me. Oh well, I’ll just think of it as her special

her, “I’m leaving. Remember to shut the

gave a noncommittal in response. Before leaving, he took a final look at her. Perhaps it could be from last night’s passion, but the sight of Sophia slumped on the sofa just like what she usually did was unexpectedly alluring to him. She didn’t look like a young and naive lady, but

from his mouth as he felt

car, he left Sophia’s house. He took out his phone and saw a text from his mother. In the

he had not met her for a few days. After considering the invitation, he texted back to agree to the dinner and said that he’d contact

Matilda read John’s reply and smiled as she texted Isabelle. Isabelle was in her office and was resting for a while after lunch. After receiving Matilda’s text, she smiled and replied with a smiling

that she was waiting for him at an Italian restaurant. Not giving it much thought, John believed that Matilda had chosen the place simply because she knew that he frequently had Italian food. After he was done organizing his stuff, he drove

someone. She would have trouble explaining herself. Not long ago, Alphonse