The Returning Ex

John’s car was parked on Sophia’s lawn.

Did that guy come here early in the morning?

Sophia rushed downstairs but saw no signs of John.

After standing in the living room for a while, Sophia turned around and ran upstairs.

The door to the guest room that John stayed in previously was closed, but it wasn’t locked from the inside, so Sophia managed to open it with one turn.

John had already gotten up. He had worn his pants and was about to wear his shirt.

Sophia was standing by the door entrance and staring at John while he was midway wearing his shirt and staring at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Sophia yelled in anger, “John, you shameless little prick! How could you sleep over here yesterday night?!”

Sophia then dashed inside and grabbed the pillow by the bedside before throwing it toward John.

was already very late yesterday, and I was tired, so it would

bringing the pillow down on John. “You shameless man! How could you stay over when we are not in a relationship anymore? Don’t you

but after realizing that Sophia wasn’t stopping anytime soon, he reached out

grabbed Sophia by her wrist. “It’s not like we never stayed together in the past before. Why are

same?” Sophia was so pissed off she stomped her feet. “John, I really didn’t expect

Sophia into his

he grinned, causing Sophia’s eyes to widen in anger. “Of course you are! Do you

she could finish, John suddenly grabbed her head

rough, leaving Sophia with no chance

eyes widened so much it looked like it was about to fall. Although she

he took a few steps to the side of the bed.

conscious enough to support himself with both his hands so that his body was lifted and his

she looked at him with

that I’m

tried

her back onto the bed. “Sophia, I feel like