The Returning Ex

Chuckling, Robin asked, “Did I say too much?”

“It’s fine,” assured John.

Putting on a smile, Robin asked again, “What brings you here?”

Glancing at the time, John said, “ Nothing. You’d better get home now. I won’t hold you up.”

“Alright,” replied Robin with a smile.

Waving goodbye at John, Robin headed toward the opposite direction.

With a hardened expression, John stood before Sophia’s shop.

I should’ve known. Sophia, this woman has got the better of me.

Humming a little tune, Robin walked off and managed to hail for a taxi. Before she went in the taxi, she turned around to take a gander at the shop.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, John was still standing there and was seen lighting up the cigarette.

With the corner of her mouth curved up, Robin got into the taxi.

the cigarette,

took out his phone, and instead of calling up someone, John snapped a

help but get ticked off whenever he saw

the photo for a while, John took another puff and walked

with the mundane household

living on her own, the cleanliness

sundown, Sophia headed upstairs to

soon as she got into her room, she went straight to close the windows. While she was about to pull

below the streetlight, so she could

the car below, Sophia smirked

of the time, and even gave me the cold shoulders. Why is

the internet. Fortunately, gossip was something the entertainment world never

she walked toward the

turned off. As

she rolled her eyes and headed to the wardrobe to get herself a set of clean clothes

triggered by her own selfish motive, she took her

the bathtub with water, Sophia soaked herself into the tub,

changed into a set of clean