The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John hastily headed out, with water still dripping from his wet hair. He might’ve been too rushed when he was drying himself in the shower earlier, and he didn’t even towel his hair dry. He wore a cold and stern expression on his face, showing how much of a bad mood he was in.

It felt like he had only taken a few steps out from his room before he arrived at the elevator, but the elevator had already gone down when he got there.

He annoyedly jabbed the button for the elevator before waiting with his brows furrowed. Once the elevator came, he went down and immediately left the hotel for the beach.

There were still small groups of twos and threes hanging around at the beach when he arrived. The lighting at the area was dim, and some individuals who couldn’t control themselves just hugged and kissed one another in public.

John found himself focusing on these people, but he stared at a few couples only to find that they weren’t Sophia. He ran his tongue across the back of his teeth.

If I hadn’t promised Old Mr. Constance that I would take good care of Sophia for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t even have come out to the beach. With that thought, he continued to walk further down the beach.

At the same time, both Sophia and the singer were indeed standing by the sea, feeling the breeze against their faces as they chit-chatted. She found out that the singer was a drifter that traveled all over the country.

He said that he’d stay once he found a good place and leave whenever he got bored. With her arms wrapped around her shoulders, she asked, “Why haven’t you thought of settling down?”

right person to make me want to settle down.” He then turned toward

he’s just a friend. He’s here for work, but I’m here for…” She paused and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I

wouldn’t have expected you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a divorce? Did you guys have a fight? Or was it a matter

was simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t love me, right?” She turned to the singer and smiled lightly. He was at a loss for words

he contemplated for a moment before he offered, “Why don’t I sing you a song? I’m bad at comforting people.” Sophia thought of the slow, melodious

sat himself down on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice,

The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the wind, and she couldn’t hear it too clearly, but she felt an oddly depressing sensation

this point in life, she had been through countless experiences—most of them

didn’t seem to have control over her feelings. With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands

continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia

especially pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t even pay any attention to the man beside her as he watched how Sophia’s shoulders were

ocean drowned her cries. John simply stood on

he stood up and edged toward Sophia while reaching his arm out. “I don’t have anything to dry your tears; why don’t I let you use

tears before she laughed and replied, “It’s fine. The sea breeze dried most of it.” The singer watched her

and uttered, “I feel a lot better