The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia didn’t look at John and Zack at all. Instead, she followed Trevor over to the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor
first, and Sophia smiled a little before she pressed the button for two floors above his.
As the lift went up, Trevor asked Sophia how long she was planning to stay here. Flustered, she thought for a moment before
simply saying, “I think I’ll be leaving soon. My friend has asked me to go somewhere else.”
He seemed a little regretful when he heard this. “Ah, that’s rather soon.”
She nodded before saying, “It’s fine. We can keep in touch in the future.”
The elevator came to a halt on Trevor’s floor, and she waved goodbye to him as he stepped out of it. Once the elevator shut its
doors, she pressed the button for one floor above.
Leaning against the walls of the elevator, she let out a huge sigh. It was torturous having to put on a smile in front of strangers,
especially when she felt like she couldn’t smile at all.
She headed to her room once the elevator doors opened. After throwing her phone on the bed, she rushed off to take a shower
—her entire body was sticky and sweaty, causing her great discomfort. As she showered, she glanced downward to see two
bruises at each side of her waist.
John, that b*stard, really didn’t hold back. Feeling exhausted, she simply took a quick shower before changing into her clothes
and stepping out.
She had had some fruits earlier, but their activities were too energy consuming and had drained her stomach empty. She
therefore called for room service and ordered loads of good food.

However, even after what felt like a really long time, the room service didn’t arrive. As such, she rolled off the bed, got up, and
went out of the room.
The walkway was empty, and there were no signs of any waiters heading toward her room. She walked over to the elevator to
check if her delivery was arriving. The elevator doors indeed opened once she went over, but the people that came out were not
delivery workers.
“Why are you guys here?” she asked, stunned. John didn’t respond to this; he simply threw her a glance before walking to his
room. Zack, on the other hand, stopped by the entrance of the elevator and replied, “We stay on this floor too.” Sophia smiled at
this.
That’s right; Zack even booked connecting seats for John and I, so having rooms on the same floor is really not much of a
surprise.
She nodded. “Alright,” she uttered before turning around to look at John’s leaving figure. He was headed to his room, which was
relatively far from hers—there were a number of rooms between them.
Zack eyed her motionlessly. “Do you have plans tomorrow? With that guy?”
She nodded as she answered, “Yeah. Why?”
“You’re pretty daring for a young lady. You’re going out with him even though you’ve just met him?” he exclaimed indignantly.
This got Sophia to laugh. “We’ll always be two people who have ‘just met’ if I never go out with him.”
He stared at her for a while then, evidently frustrated by her words. His voice was low and suppressed as he said, “Tell me the
truth. Have you really lost all interest in your ex-husband? Perhaps if you try a little harder—”
She simply chuckled a little before interrupting him and saying, “Hey, don’t overthink it.” She turned around toward her own room,
the smile on her face wiped clean and replaced by a cold gaze.

Why do I have to be the one to try hard? Haven’t I tried hard enough in the past? Why does it have to be me? Do I deserve to be
bootlicking all the time? What a joke. She got back to her room and leaned against her door after closing it behind her.
She felt a sense of frustration and discomfort in her chest, but her anger also reminded her of something important. It wasn’t her
safe period in her menstrual cycle, and John hadn’t used any protection earlier during their activities.
Sophia shut her eyes and cursed to herself. I can’t believe I have to take pills that will harm my body. What did I do to deserve
this? She continued thinking about this issue even as she was eating after the room service delivered her meal. She felt
increasingly uneasy at the thought of it.
She immediately gave Zack a call. He was quick to pick it up. “What is it?”
She asked to check, “You’re in your own room, right?”
With a pause, he replied, “Yeah. What is it?”
She sighed before saying, “Help me get some morning-after pills. I’m not in my safe period.”
Gradually, Zack turned his head toward the man beside him as he exclaimed softly and repeated, “Morning-after pills, huh.”
Unaware of anything that was going on on their end, she answered, “Go on. An unintended pregnancy would be bad news.”