The Returning Ex

Chapter 138

Sophia, however, didn’t notice the change in John. She continued minding her own business. Meanwhile, John suppressed the desire within him and pivoted, carrying Sophia’s luggage upstairs.

As he opened her room door, his eyes darted around the interior. He’d stayed in this room twice, and while that didn’t say much, he still remembered how the room used to be.

Now, however, everything had changed. One could tell from a single glance that it was a young maiden’s room since there was a gigantic stuffed toy on the bed, taking up half the space, and the bedsheets had been changed to pink ones. Even the floor mat by the bed was different.

John stared for a long time before he placed the luggage in the room and left. When he returned downstairs, Sophia had already gotten up and was sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat with her cell phone in hand, looking at something or other. As he descended the stairs, he asked, “Have you eaten?”

Sophia didn’t look at him, but while her eyes remained fixed on her cell phone, she answered, “I’m not hungry.” That means she hasn’t eaten.

When John had gotten downstairs, he went to the kitchen and took a quick look around. There’s nothing much here. Then, he went over to the refrigerator and peered in. There’s plenty of raw ingredients in there, but regretfully, I don’t know how to cook a single thing. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

After scrolling her cell phone for a while, Sophia stood up. “Have you eaten?”

John murmured in affirmation and closed the refrigerator door. “I went back to Constance Residence, so I ate there.”

Nodding, Sophia then headed upstairs. “I’m going to bed.” John frowned slightly but said nothing in the end.

Upon entering her room, Sophia locked the door after a moment’s contemplation. Then, she opened her suitcase and took out everything in there, only to see the divorce certificate and divorce agreement between her and John at the bottom.

Surprisingly, he even brought these here. She stared at them for a moment before taking them out. He looks stern in the photo on the divorce certificate, which is very much like the photo on the marriage certificate, his expression indiscernible.

After staring at it for some time, she guffawed before leaving the room with both the divorce certificate and divorce agreement.

John was still downstairs, so Sophia went to his room and placed the documents on the bedside table. Returning to her room, she then took a shower. Subsequently, she applied a facial mask and played some music on her cell phone while sitting before the window, gazing out.

Such days of having no husband are truly a delight. I no longer need to worry whether he hurt his stomach imbibing while entertaining clients, nor do I need to bother about cooking supper when he comes home late, much less concern myself with thoughts of whether there are ladies around when he’s entertaining clients and lose sleep over the possibility of him losing control and straying. All this has nothing to do with me anymore!

After a while, Sophia then went to bed. Perhaps she’d truly gotten over it, for she didn’t have any dreams that night, sleeping soundly through the night.

The next day, she was awoken by hunger pangs. She hadn’t eaten anything last night, so she woke up starving early in the morning. Sitting on the bed, she sighed. Can’t this stomach of mine wait for me to have my fill of sleep before making noise? She got out of bed and washed up for a bit before going downstairs.

It seems that John isn’t up yet. Sophia then got busy in the kitchen. She initially wanted to just cook some noodles for herself, but as she mulled it over while staring at the water in the pot, she made enough for two. There’s no need to be so petty and appear so calculative. Isn’t it good to be gracious?

When she was done cooking, John came downstairs. He was used to having Western-style breakfasts, so he originally didn’t plan to eat at home. However, when he reached the landing, Sophia spoke without even sparing him a glance, “Get your bowl yourself.” Only then did he notice another bowl on the kitchen counter that had been prepared for him.

After staring at it for a bit, he carried it to the dining room. Her cooking is rather good. Although it’s only noodles, one can tell from the aroma itself that the taste must be great. There were egg and shredded meat as well as chives for garnishing. John then saw that Sophia had even cooked a side dish.

Taking a seat across Sophia, he then tried a bite of noodles. It tastes just right. While it isn’t gourmet, it tastes pretty good as I eat. The atmosphere, however, was a touch too silent. After pondering for a moment, John remarked, “I didn’t know you can cook.”

Sophia chuckled. “Did you think everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouths? I know far more than you can ever imagine.”

As John looked up at her, he recalled that Old Mr. Constance once said that Sophia had always been leading a hard life all her days when he was still alive. Poverty speeds up maturity, so she must have quite the skill set. Thus, he then asked, “What else do you know?”

Sophia stopped eating. She stared at him before snickering out of the blue. “Needless to say, I know things Isabelle Bailey doesn’t know, and they’re naturally things that are better kept under wraps.”