The Returning Ex

Sophia stood at the side. “Why did you imbibe during the day?”

Fabian snorted. “What do you know?”

Not in the mood to argue with him, Sophia relented. “Whatever. Just leave since you’re awake. I’ve got things to do, too.”

Fabian shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. “I owe you one for this incident today.” Getting to his feet, he fished out his cell phone and glanced at the time. Subsequently, he sighed, his expression inexplicably tinged with a hint of bitterness though his thoughts remained indiscernible.

When he’d left, Sophia straightened up the living room for a bit before going to her shop. There weren’t any customers at this time, so Robin was cleaning the place. She was in high spirits, humming while she worked, looking extremely cheery. Sophia stood at the door when she arrived, yet Robin didn’t notice her at all, absently mopping the floor while occasionally singing before bursting into giggles when something occurred to her. At this, Sophia timely asked, “What’s the joyous occasion that you’re giggling aloud?”

and she hastily patted herself on the chest. “When did you reach? I didn’t

there for a long while, but you didn’t notice me at all.” After she’d said this, she asked again, “What were you thinking just now that you were giggling so

I’m just feeling rather relaxed since there

she hurriedly lowered her head and continued mopping the floor. Sophia narrowed her eyes, her intuition

shop for a while. Thus, she had Robin leaving

there, she then glimpsed the boy showing a customer their products in the shop. For some inexplicable reason, a hint of envy welled within her. The owner of the shop was an amicable man, his son guileless and

as well! Alas, I’ve never had one. My birth family was bad, and I’d hoped to have a good family after marriage, but I was