The Returning Ex

However, John’s attitude of ignoring everything that had happened in the past had Sophia feeling very much chagrined. He’s merely feigning ignorance and evading the past, thinking that everything would then pass. In his dreams! After standing there for some time, she raked a hand through her hair, unable to make sense of the emotions currently coursing through her. Pivoting, she left the counter and strode to the door in a fit of pique.

Robin stared at her with pursed lips, her cheery mood from earlier having vanished into thin air. A while later, she went over with a cup of coffee. “Sophia, what’s going on between you and John? Haven’t you two broken up?” she asked cautiously.

Likewise, Sophia felt that her relationship with John had been severed, and it was a clean break at that considering the several rows they had recently. But he doesn’t seem to think so. That fella changes every so often, even faster than a woman’s mood swings.

Upon seeing that she didn’t answer, Robin leaned closer and queried, “What did it mean that he phoned you? Does he still have feelings for you?”

This question was all the more challenging for Sophia. Does he still have feelings for me? Perhaps he’s the only one who knows the answer to this. While I don’t dare say for sure whether he has feelings for me, I think indignation is probably one of the reasons for his endless pestering.

very good to you. In the eyes of outsiders, it appears as though he’s still harboring feelings for you, but he spent the night with another woman. If he still loves you,

night with another woman. Although the news report back then didn’t confirm it, anyone with brains can surmise

her expression a touch conflicted. “So, why exactly did he call you? Is he angling for

he trying to fool

to comment further, but she swallowed her words at Sophia’s remark. There weren’t any customers right now, so they both stood by the door. Shortly after, just when they turned around to head back into the shop, a car slowly cruised over. Before it’d even drawn close, the car window was wound down, revealing Fabian who was

and stared at him. His car was so badly dented back then that it was almost fit for a junkyard, but it isn’t a problem for wealthy people at all. He has now changed

she merely stood at