The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 198

After eating some of the food she made, she chucked the rest into the fridge, then she settled down in the living room to watch TV. However, John didn’t come home, nor did he give her a call or text, which led her to figure that he didn’t see that house as his home.

She flipped through a few channels, but none of them were appealing enough, so she turned off the TV before making her way upstairs. Upon reaching the stairway of the second floor, she turned to look outside with a sliver of hope, only to see that it was dead quiet outside, without a single person on the road.

After switching off the lights downstairs, she returned to her room for a quick wash up before locking the door and lying down on the bed. The curtains weren’t drawn, so lights from outside the house that shone through the window illuminated the room. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

It wasn’t until after spending some time staring at the ceiling that Sophia closed her eyes. Now that we’re no longer legally bound to each other, I should give no f*cks as to where he went. He deserves his freedom to do whatever he wants. That reminds me… I am also a free person to roam the world since I am now without that marriage certificate. How could I have forgotten about that?

She came to a decision as she fixed her posture, then she coaxed herself to sleep, figuring that she would wake up the next day fully rested. However, she had a hard time falling asleep, and the more she tried, the more she found herself to be wide awake.

Eventually, she wound up tossing and turning on the bed until the sounds of a car could be heard, as well as when lights shone through the window. She shot up from bed to look out of the window, only to see that John was back, while his car was driving through the entrance.

Sophia shrunk away before quickly drawing the curtains, then she observed through a gap in between the curtains while hidden behind the fabric. While John parked his car within the compound of the house, he didn’t get out of the car immediately. Instead, he sat motionlessly in the car for a long while.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was alone in the car, and the car engine was turned off, Sophia would have suspected that he was doing something immoral in the car with someone else. She waited patiently by the window until a while later when her phone chimed with an incoming message.

Upon retrieving her phone, she discovered to her surprise that the message was from John, in which the b*stard had the audacity to ask her if she was asleep. Isn’t the whole setup obvious enough? The lights are off, and my curtains are drawn, so doesn’t it look like to you that I’m sleeping?

Thus, Sophia did not reply to his message; instead, she continued to observe him through the window. John got out of the car after a minute or so after sending his message, but he didn’t enter before retrieving something from the passenger seat that was put in a bag. As soon as she saw him entering the living room, she lay back down on bed with a harrumph.

Meanwhile, John switched on the lights in the living room, then he put away the stuff he held at the dining room after scanning the living room. He spaced out while sitting on the chair by the dining table. In his phone was a message from Isabelle indicating that she had arrived at home, but he didn’t reply to it.

He stood to go get some water from the fridge, only to see a few dishes in it, ranging from seafood to poultry. It was unusual for Sophia to cook this much food even with the two of them, which meant…

John turned to chuck the item he bought into the fridge while figuring that Sophia must’ve made those as she wanted to eat with him. A half smirk crossed his face before he drank from the bottle of water, then he shut the fridge with a loud thud.

While passing by her room, he stopped while still holding onto the bottle. He heaved a sigh before lifting his hand in an attempt to knock on the door, but he stopped himself at the last moment. It didn’t matter if she was sound asleep, as even if he managed to wake her up, he wouldn’t know what to say to her.