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.”

smile. This young lady is getting meaner in conversations, but she seems to only

and told her, “I’m leaving. Remember to shut

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

mouth as he felt waves of emotions in his

the text,

days. After considering the invitation, he texted back to agree to the dinner and said that he’d contact her at

while after lunch. After receiving Matilda’s text, she smiled

from Matilda, telling him that she was waiting for him at an Italian restaurant. Not giving it much thought, John believed that Matilda had chosen

Residence and never went out alone for fear that she’d be spotted by someone. She would have trouble explaining herself. Not long ago, Alphonse had to stay in bed for days after he was affected by the news