The Returning Ex

A short while later, Sophia texted, ‘I think Ms. Bloom likes your ex.’

Matilda froze up. If even Sophia could see it, that meant she wasn’t imagining things. ‘I see,’ she replied, then Sophia stopped texting her. When Matilda was done with dinner, Yolanda was still there.

After thinking it over, she said, “You guys carry on. I’ll see what Sophia is doing. Maybe she needs help finding her stuff.”

At this, William only looked at her, saying nothing. After that, Matilda slowly went upstairs, and her expression became gloomier with each step. When she came to Sophia’s room, Sophia was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone. At the sight of Matilda, she rolled and sat up. “What brings you here? Aren’t you going to chat with them?”

Matilda hummed a placid response. “Hey, be careful. You’re pregnant, you know, so go slow.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Then she lay back down. “But if you’re not there, Ms. Bloom will be chatting happily with your ex.”

I don’t care even if they want to sleep in the same bed. It has nothing to do with

forward. You’re the same, aren’t you?” Sophia sighed. “If they

Matilda snorted. “As if.”

this matter. “Why is Ms. Bloom here

there’s a misunderstanding between us, so she wants to clear it up. I might be wrong, but I just feel like she’s here because she knows William’s here, not because she wants to clear it

could see she’s not paying attention to you.” Then

so he gets it from him. There’s no way William can sense anything.” Men and women functioned differently. Men could be meticulous, but they didn’t share the same eye for details as women. What women could see might be missed on men, so William

me the truth. Do you want to

back at her and echoed, “What about you? Do you want