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.”

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

her words seriously at all. “Of course, I’m needed. Our son wails and cries for me every night, so I’ve naturally got to rest up during

waking up at night lately and wailing incessantly. No one can quieten him except John. It’s only

child always became 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 any one of them. John was the only one

no retort, Sophia merely snorted. She then turned and looked at Lola,

could only sigh. “Yeah. I feel as though I’m going to hurl my entire stomach up. And for some reason, I keep waking up in the middle of the night to throw up these days,

you all too well.” She then stroked 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

by Old Mr. Jefferson for a lesson. The first thing he did was to head to the crib. At this time, the little guy was sleeping, his hands lax on both sides of his

“You’ve never seen him when he’s howling, and