The Returning Ex

Sophia’s temperature was normal, and her blood pressure was fine, so the doctor said that she might have been too exhausted recently. Then, John remembered that he came over in the middle of the previous night and gave her a fright. She probably didn’t sleep well for the rest of the night, so this is all my fault.

Sophia was indeed feeling tired, so when she got back to her room, she climbed back into bed after a moment’s deliberation. “I don’t feel like eating now. You may leave. I’ll just rest for a while before going down and cooking myself something when I’m hungry.”

How could I possibly leave when she’s in such a condition? Walking over, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead and sleep. I’ll keep watch here.”

Upon hearing this, Sophia scoffed. What’s there to keep watch of? At present, no one else would enter this house besides him! However, she wasn’t in the mood to bicker with him, so she turned over and dozed off groggily.

After contemplating it for some time, John lay down beside her. Sophia wasn’t the only one who hadn’t gotten much rest last night, for he himself didn’t sleep well. Since he harbored secrets, his sleep was naturally fitful.

A few heartbeats later, he slowly hugged her from the back and drifted off as well. As the atmosphere was too peaceful and the air too tranquil, the two of them slumbered until dusk fell.

time, he then hurried downstairs. The soup had long gone cold, so he reheated it. Just when he’d turned off the stove, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Fishing it out, he checked

sounding very much coquettish. “Are you busy, Mr. Constance?” John said nothing, so she continued, “There’s nary a problem. Several days have passed, but

thought before replying, “Just wait. Since

other end of the phone. “It’s just a bit of a torture since I

by following the instructions on the Internet step by step. He then tried some himself. It’s not exactly gourmet, but it doesn’t taste awful either. I suppose it’s good for my first attempt. I just hope it passes muster

the clinking sounds from John’s end, for she then giggled. “You’re in the kitchen, Mr.

a tad impatient. “I’m hanging up if there’s

“Alright, alright, got it.

truly gotten her fill of sleep, for her mind was much clearer than before when she sat up. Stretching, she remarked, “I might have been too fatigued lately, which is why