The Returning EX (John and Sophia) novel Chapter 184

Ian sang another love song after spending some time with Sophia. The volume of the music was so soft that he was almost singing a cappella. Silence befell the bar all of a sudden, and all of the noise had died down.

The lights were dimmed while Ian was almost shining as he sat under the spotlight. Sophia rested her chin on her hands that were in turn rested on the table as she observed Ian intently. When he reached the middle of his song, he cast a glance at her, and the both of them exchanged a smile while holding their gazes.

Sophia opened the beer after ordering some side dishes, which, in her opinion, would go well with the beer. While it was her intention to only drink a little, the beer was so weak that she felt nothing but bloated after a bottle of it, thus proceeded to open the second bottle.

Some bold audience had the waiter buy some flowers to be given to Ian on stage, throughout which Sophia watched while smiling like a fool. Such a sight had to be commonplace for Ian as he thanked that person after stopping the song. He then left the flower on the ground beside him before continuing with his song.

However, Sophia’s gaze was fixated on the bunch of flowers when she realized she never received a single bunch of it despite her age. Not only did she never receive flowers, but she also never got to pursue a romantic relationship, thus never knew of the embarrassment while holding a boy’s hand.

Instead, she stepped into a marriage with John without even getting the chance to hold his hand. While she used to be shy around him in the beginning, her love was unknown to him, or rather, he knew of her love but never cared enough to recognize it.

Despite the smile on her face, her heart was feeling numb, but she figured her situation was for the best now that she was divorced. Although her heart was cold, she had the opportunity then to find someone who would warm it up again, while John could have fun with Isabelle for all she cared.

Even after the second bottle of beer, her mind was still very much intact. She had the waiter bring two more bottles, only to have him respond, “Since you’re here with a friend, two bottles might not be enough, so why don’t I bring you a dozen more? You can ask for a refund for any unfinished beer.”