The Returning Ex

Raking a hand through his hair, Zack chortled. “I’m really anxious when I see the two of you at such an impasse.” Then, he left the room with the documents.

John chuckled lightly. Who isn’t anxious? I myself am anxious, but some things can’t be resolved in haste. I’ve done a few foolish things in the past, which is why I end up boxing myself into a passive state of affairs now. Sighing, he then lowered his head and started perusing the documents.

Meanwhile, Sophia plopped onto the chair for a rest after having bustled around. She was feeling crummy, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly was ailing her. My head seems to be spinning, but it then feels as though it’s gastric reflux, and at the same time, it also feels like a stomachache. Anyway, it feels complicated.

Robin was sitting beside her, but her exuberance earlier had all but vanished. Instead, she appeared a tad distracted. After a while, Sophia turned and looked at her. “If it’s too busy in the afternoon, you can just close up. I’m going home first. I don’t feel quite good.”

Robin was startled, making it glaringly obvious that she’d zoned out just now. Staring at Sophia, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

it, but I just feel worn out.

Sophia’s place last night, and she didn’t get enough rest… Robin pursed her

waved at Robin. “I’m going home first. Just close up if you can’t handle things.

a taxi, but her head felt heavy throughout the ride. Even when she arrived home, she had no idea how she made it into the house. Anyhow, the moment she caught sight of the sofa,

she felt someone helping her up before touching her forehead. Disgruntled, she reached

and went upstairs with her in his arms in a few strides. Her temperature feels

down beside her. It truly seems as though something’s wrong with her. She didn’t even notice it when I entered the house, nor did

now. She got up and stretched before going downstairs, only to be greeted