The Returning Ex

Sophia took a deep breath, but still, she couldn’t help throwing up. She then promptly rinsed her mouth before turning on the faucet and washing her face. I’ve got gastric problems, and it’s a chronic illness at that, so this is probably my gastric problems rearing its head again.

Sure enough, I’ve got to take good care of myself. I’ve just slacked off a bit, and my body is already staging a protest, kicking up such a fuss!

After a while, she went downstairs. John and Logan were still there. During a lull in the conversation, John glanced at her, only to be taken aback. “What’s wrong? You look exceedingly pale.”

Sophia went to the kitchen to boil some water. “Gastric problems.”

John had once witnessed her long-standing gastric problems when she even vomited blood at Tri Asel back then. His brows creased. “Do you have any medicine here?”

Actually, there wasn’t any medicine here, but Sophia didn’t want to take any, so she replied, “Yes. I just took some medicine, but it doesn’t seem to have gone down properly. It’s stuck in my throat, making me feel rather discomfited, so I’ll just drink some water to wash it down.”

her words, so John

the kitchen, upon which her stomach felt somewhat better. Then, she went back upstairs. She initially planned to lie on the bed and scroll through her cell phone for a while, but once she climbed into bed, a

John, she got up and locked the door before hitting the sack. She had no idea when the people downstairs left, for

she then got out of bed to wash up after darting her gaze around. However,

like

out her cell phone and did a search. However, her symptoms were too broad, so a myriad of answers popped

going over to the shop that morning since she had something to do. Used to such behavior from her,

hospital. When she did

things couldn’t