The Returning Ex

All at once, Lola laughed. “That makes sense. It’s rumored that they both live under the same roof now, so this is a golden opportunity. After all, feelings develop alongside interaction.”

At this point in the conversation, John came over with fruits from the kitchen, so Sophia echoed, “That’s true. Familiarity breeds fondness, just like me and John.”

Lifting his eyes, John swept his gaze over Sophia’s body. The sudden gleam in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Sophia, whereupon she abruptly realized that she’d spoken too hastily and used the wrong words. That scoundrel, John Constance, must have his mind in the gutter again!

Upon hearing her words, Lola giggled. Turning her gaze on John, she changed the topic. “You haven’t gone back to work, Mr. Constance? Logan keeps harping on how blessed you are.”

John nodded. “I’m indeed blessed. Thanks to my son, I get to enjoy a leisurely life at home.”

“My confinement period will end in a few days, so hurry up and go back to work. You’re not needed at

wails and cries for me every night, so I’ve naturally got

inexplicable reason, the little guy keeps waking up at night lately and wailing incessantly. No one can quieten him except John. It’s only when John picks him up that

docile the moment he caught the sight of John when he was misbehaving a heartbeat ago. At times, Old Mrs. Constance even joked that the little guy could discern faces. The entire family mollified and indulged him, so he wasn’t afraid of

turned and looked at Lola, her gaze falling on her stomach. “Are you still nauseous

stomach up. And for some reason, I keep waking up in the middle of the night to throw up these days, and it’s so bad that it persists for the rest

Lola’s inconspicuous belly. “I hope your little peanut will be a little more considerate of you later on and torture you less. Hopefully, it’ll also be less demanding during delivery.” Speaking of giving

he did was to head to the crib. At this time, the little

and no one can quieten