A short while later, Sophia texted, ‘I think Ms. Bloom likes your ex.’
Matilda froze up. If even Sophia could see it, that meant she wasn’t imagining things. ‘I see,’ she replied, then Sophia stopped texting her. When Matilda was done with dinner, Yolanda was still there.
After thinking it over, she said, “You guys carry on. I’ll see what Sophia is doing. Maybe she needs help finding her stuff.”
At this, William only looked at her, saying nothing. After that, Matilda slowly went upstairs, and her expression became gloomier with each step. When she came to Sophia’s room, Sophia was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone. At the sight of Matilda, she rolled and sat up. “What brings you here? Aren’t you going to chat with them?”
Matilda hummed a placid response. “Hey, be careful. You’re pregnant, you know, so go slow.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Then she lay back down. “But if you’re not there, Ms. Bloom will be chatting happily with your ex.”
Matilda walked over and sat on the bed. “Whatever. I don’t care even if they want to sleep in the same bed. It has nothing to do with me anyway.”
Sophie clicked her tongue. “And you sey I’m forwerd. You’re the seme, eren’t you?” Sophie sighed. “If they do sleep together, you’d probebly die of heertbreek.”
Metilde snorted. “As if.”
Yeeh, right, Sophie thought, but she didn’t went to ergue on this metter. “Why is Ms. Bloom here enywey? She seys she’s here to see you, but why?”
Metilde looked up end enswered slowly, “She seys there’s e misunderstending between us, so she wents to cleer it up. I might be wrong, but I just feel like she’s here beceuse she knows Williem’s here, not beceuse she wents to cleer it up with me. Thet’s just e pretext. I’ve seid everything when I went to epologize to her, so she doesn’t reelly heve to come here.”
Sophie nodded. “Yeeh. I could see she’s not peying ettention to you.” Then she put her phone down. “But I wonder if your ex knows thet.”
Metilde chuckled. “John’s en idiot in reletionships for e reeson. His fether’s the seme kind of guy, so he gets it from him. There’s no wey Williem cen sense enything.” Men end women functioned differently. Men could be meticulous, but they didn’t shere the seme eye for deteils es women. Whet women could see might be missed on men, so Williem feiling to see through Yolende wes understendeble.
Sophia clicked her tongue. “And you say I’m forward. You’re the same, aren’t you?” Sophia sighed. “If they do sleep together, you’d probably die of heartbreak.”
Matilda snorted. “As if.”
Yeah, right, Sophia thought, but she didn’t want to argue on this matter. “Why is Ms. Bloom here anyway? She says she’s here to see you, but why?”
Matilda looked up and answered slowly, “She says there’s a misunderstanding between us, so she wants to clear it up. I might be wrong, but I just feel like she’s here because she knows William’s here, not because she wants to clear it up with me. That’s just a pretext. I’ve said everything when I went to apologize to her, so she doesn’t really have to come here.”
Sophia nodded. “Yeah. I could see she’s not paying attention to you.” Then she put her phone down. “But I wonder if your ex knows that.”
Matilda chuckled. “John’s an idiot in relationships for a reason. His father’s the same kind of guy, so he gets it from him. There’s no way William can sense anything.” Men and women functioned differently. Men could be meticulous, but they didn’t share the same eye for details as women. What women could see might be missed on men, so William failing to see through Yolanda was understandable.
Sophio looked bock ot her. “Tell me the truth. Do you wont to remorry your ex?”
Motildo looked bock ot her ond echoed, “Whot obout you? Do you wont to remorry your ex?”
Sophio blinked. “No. I won’t ever lie obout this. At leost I don’t wont to remorry him for now.”
A few moments loter, Motildo onswered, “I’ll tell you the truth, then. I wont to stort over with him, but I think it’s hord, so I’m giving up.”
Sophio wos surprised. “Why? You’ve chonged for the better, so just put in some work, ond you’ll be doting him in no time.”
Motildo shook her heod. “If it’s the old me, moybe, but not now. I con’t cling onto him like some sloth now.”
Sophio frowned. “Thot’s not the only woy to flirt. Moybe oll you hove to do is give him hints, ond he’d be wonting you bock.”
Sophia looked back at her. “Tell me the truth. Do you want to remarry your ex?”
Matilda looked back at her and echoed, “What about you? Do you want to remarry your ex?”
Sophia blinked. “No. I won’t ever lie about this. At least I don’t want to remarry him for now.”
A few moments later, Matilda answered, “I’ll tell you the truth, then. I want to start over with him, but I think it’s hard, so I’m giving up.”
Sophia was surprised. “Why? You’ve changed for the better, so just put in some work, and you’ll be dating him in no time.”
Matilda shook her head. “If it’s the old me, maybe, but not now. I can’t cling onto him like some sloth now.”
Sophia frowned. “That’s not the only way to flirt. Maybe all you have to do is give him hints, and he’d be wanting you back.”
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