The Returning EX (John and Sophia) novel Chapter 1181

On the other end, Ian said, “If you’re occupied over there, Sophia, just go and get busy first. We’ll talk when we meet.”

Sophia murmured an acquiescence before hanging up the phone. When John saw that she’d already hung up, he stopped calling out, pivoting and heading to the bathroom instead. Sitting on the bed, Sophia yelled at the bathroom, “You’re such a shameless b*stard, John Constance!”

John was rather happy, for he even started singing in the bathroom. Outside, Sophia gritted her teeth. After pondering for a moment, she went over to the closet and hid all his underwear. Then, she climbed back into bed and yanked the covers over herself, closing her eyes.

After John was done showering, he came out with a towel around his waist. The first thing he did was to head to the closet to look for his underwear and pajamas. However, he couldn’t find his underwear even after searching for an eternity. He glanced over his shoulder at the bed, noticing that Sophia had her back to him and was so still that she appeared to have fallen asleep. Snickering, he gave up his search and went over to the bed. Then, he simply yanked off his towel and flipped the covers, slipping into bed. She asked for it, so she can’t blame me!

Sophia was still feigning sleep, mistakenly assuming that he was going to apologize and implore her for mercy. But after waiting for ages, all she got was a warm body plastering itself to her back. Then, he hugged her around the waist. Knowing all too well what it signified, she couldn’t keep up the pretense anymore. Suddenly turning over, she stared at him. “Are you truly planning to abandon all self-respect?”

Leaning over, John kissed her on the cheek. “I’ve long since done so. I’ve told you before that it’s utterly useless, so I’ve already abandoned it in front of you.”

Sophia lifted a hand and pinched his waist. “I’ve already accepted your suit, so is there still a need for you to play such petty tricks? Ian and I are purely friends. Don’t tell me you still don’t believe that?”

John’s hands slithered up her body from her waist before he gripped her. “I believe you, but I don’t trust him.”