The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 35

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 Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

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?”

The singer smiled as he explained, “Perhaps I haven’t found the right person to make me want to settle

down.” He then turned toward her. “What about you? Was that really your brother?”

She shook her head. “No, 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 guess. I got a divorce just recently.”

She was simply too desperate to find herself a listener, someone who’d let her talk.

Her words clearly came as a shock to the singer. He looked at her for a little before he said, “You look

really young; 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 of someone doing something morally incorrect?”

She shook her head again. “No; no one did anything wrong. It 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 then.

With his guitar still in his hand, 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 song that she had heard

at the bar earlier and how much she liked it. She therefore nodded and said, “Sure.”

The singer then sat himself down on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and began to sing while he

strummed on the guitar.

Sophia stood beside him, her body facing toward the ocean and her hair ruffled by the sea breeze. 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 in her chest regardless.

Up to this point in life, she had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but she

had never cried over them.

She was never good at expressing her emotions through her tears, but right then, she didn’t seem to

have control over her feelings. With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her eyes as

she said, “I don’t know what’s up with me; my eyes are a little uncomfortable.”

The singer glanced at her, his voice pausing for a moment before he continued. John arrived to see this

scene happening. Sophia was standing by the ocean, with her face in her hands and her body hunched

downward a little.

She was already a skinny and small-framed girl to begin with, and she looked 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 trembling.

She might be crying, but the sound of the ocean drowned her cries. John simply stood on the spot and

watched her without heading over immediately.

Once the singer finished the song, he thought for a while before 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 my sleeve?”

It only took a short while for her to dry her tears before she laughed and replied, “It’s fine. The sea

breeze dried most of it.” The singer watched her as he heaved a sigh.

Then she tidied her hair up before she turned toward him and uttered, “I feel a lot better now. Your

song…” She froze right then, as she saw John standing a distance away from them.