The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
Chapter 133

She lay in her bed that night languidly, tossing and turning. It might not be as good as the one Matilda prepared for Isabelle in the Constance Residence, but this was good too. She closed her eyes and thought about John's accommodation. There were two guest rooms here, so she could let him stay in one of them. He can clean it up tomorrow himself. She didn't want to bother with his matters anymore. Then, she remembered how she kicked Matilda earlier. She felt groggy, but she also regretted not kicking her a few more times. That old bat would give me a wide berth from now on if I did that. The idea lingered in her mind until she drifted to sleep.

She then had a dream where she could do anything she wanted. In her dream, Matilda was not her only victim, but Isabelle too. Isabelle became the servant in her dream. Awesome. I hate that woman. She sent Isabelle flying with a kick, and she cackled out loud, then she woke up from that dream of hers.

Oh, why do I have to wake up now? That was the fun part. She wanted to see how messy Isabelle got, so she forced herself back to sleep, for it was still early. However, continuing her dream wasn't that easy. She wasn't bothered by dreams after that, and she slept well. When she woke up, it was already morning.

The sun was shining warmly on her bed, then she slowly went to wash herself up. When she stood before the mirror, Sophia pulled her shirt up, revealing the traces John left on her. He did this to me when I was drunk. That shameless animal.

After washing herself up, she came down in casual wear and made breakfast for herself. She had no job and nothing else to do, so the only thing here was to kill time at home. After tidying the place, she lay or the yoga mat. Do I need something more in this home? She stared at the crystal chandelier for a while.

Her mind was muddled. This whole house is mine. Unbelievable. I'm rich now, I guess. Aside from money, she got nothing from the marriage, but in hindsight, money was fine for her. She couldn't get more than that anyway. So, Sophia sneered and told herself to relax as she waited for John to arrive.

John came here during lunchtime. When he came out this morning, he only brought a simple luggage. Matilda looked at him, still hurt, so Old Mrs. Constance couldn't take it. "Oh, for Pete's sake, stop crying, Matilda."

Matilda wiped her tears. "John has never left us up until now."

Even John was speechless, let alone Old Mrs. Constance, so he left without saying anything.

She turned to look at the French window while lying on the yoga mat to see John's car parked outside, while he came to the front door with his luggage in tow. Slowly, Sophia went to open the door for him. John put his luggage aside and looked at the lock. "Enter my fingerprint." Sophia entered it calmly and set it as one of the passes to enter.

After she was done, he went upstairs while pulling his luggage with him. "I'm staying in the room beside the study."

Sophia looked at him quietly. For some reason, she thought she was facing the home's owner, and she had lost all power here the instant he appeared. The house is mine though, she thought. A moment later, John came down.

He looked around at the living room. "I ordered some delivery. Wanna eat together?"

Sophia sneered. "I can cook, so I don't need deliveries."

John chose to ignore that and sat on the sofa to wait for his delivery.

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