My Ex Comes Back

An ex-boyfriend should be treated as if he didn't exist.

The woman forgot about his ex-boyfriend, and the man forgot about his ex-girlfriend. They had nothing to do with each other, no matter what happened.

One evening, my ex-boyfriend drank too much, and I took him home.

But I suffered backfire.

In the dark room, the only sound was the bed shaking.

It wasn't long before the noise abruptly stopped.

Jayden Barrett buried his head in the crook of my neck. He said in despair, "I seemed really impotent..."

1

During my last summer college vacation, I wanted to drive to Drekrand.

I had arranged everything well, and I had a car in my family. The only thing I needed was a driver's license.

To ensure I got it in one go, I asked my dad to find a reliable driving school.

He even paid extra for a VIP package with one-on-one coaching.

I went to the driving school confidently. I would surely get the driving test.

But when I saw Jayden at the driving school, I was instantly deflated.

The receptionist introduced him to me, saying, "This is the coach for you, Mr. Jayden Barrett."

A line from a song floated through my mind. "My heart sank like petals falling."

I was completely deflated.

I had never expected that my ex-boyfriend's uncle was the boss of the driving school my dad randomly chose for me.

Coincidentally, the boss had a gathering with his friends yesterday. He got drunk and didn't come home for the whole night. So he was busy appeasing his wife at that time and had no time to coach me.

Coincidentally, his nephew, who had been driving for two years, had just returned from abroad. So the boss asked Jayden to coach me.

I didn't know what to say. The boss was busy coaxing his wife. But he put me in an awkward situation.

That was just absurd.

With my talent, I would definitely be scolded while learning to drive. I could be scolded by a coach but not by my ex-boyfriend.

I wanted to ask for another coach. But my father arranged for me to have one-on-one coaching. The other coaches were unavailable at that time. Plus, they didn't think it was worth it and were unwilling to take over. So the boss had no choice but to ask Jayden to help.

The receptionist explained the situation to me, saying, "Although Jayden is young, his driving experience is more than enough to coach you..."

I wasn't worried about that...

Just as I was about to speak, Jayden appeared out of nowhere.

As soon as he heard that I wanted another coach, he shouted angrily, "You're picky now."

I was startled. After I recovered, I pretended not to hear him and said with a smile to the receptionist, "Can I just not learn for now?"

Jayden was unwilling to be ignored. He squeezed between me and the receptionist and said, "Sure, why not."

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he slowly added, "But no refunds."

"Why? I paid for your uncle's coaching. If the service is a mismatch, can't I get a refund?"

"No, you can't," he said in a very matter-of-fact way.

Then he continued, "As far as I know, you transferred the money via your phone, right? You didn't specify a coach, did you?"

I was speechless.

It was true.

Since it was introduced by an acquaintance, my father didn't even follow the formal procedures, just a verbal agreement.

Jayden smirked, bent down to meet my gaze, and said, "So how can it be considered a mismatch?"

His eyes looked at me like I was a pig walking into a trap.

I felt offended.

But for the sake of money, I couldn't leave. An hour later, I embarked on a journey of being scolded...

Not exactly. It was indeed a journey of passive-aggressive driving lessons.

2

I had learned the theory of driving well. But I got nervous as soon as I got in the car. My body was tensed up, and I didn't dare to move.

Jayden opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He glanced sideways and said flatly, "If you're being kidnapped, blink. I'll call the police for you."

I didn't dare to show my anger or say anything.

I failed the reverse parking three times in a row.

When I tried for the fourth time, Jayden was used to it. He didn't even look back and said directly, "If you can afford it, just buy a large parking lot."

I thought to myself, "If I had enough money, I wouldn't be here."

My family's car was a manual. My father bought it for the racing feel. But it was now causing me embarrassment.

When I shifted gears, I habitually looked down to see it before shifting successfully.

Jayden coldly reminded me, saying, "I will fail if you look down during the driving test."

I was frightened and quickly turned my head back.

On the second lap, I looked straight ahead, trying to shift gears without looking down.

As soon as my right hand tried to touch it, I suddenly felt something was off.

I turned my head and was stunned directly.

Ahhhh! How was my hand on Jayden's thigh?

More importantly, I had just slid my hand back like shifting gears. So it was stuck at the base of his thigh now.

My palm burned. And I quickly took away my hand. My face flushed, and I tried to explain it, saying, "I didn't mean it."

But my tongue slipped, and I said, "I meant it."

Jayden was stunned for a moment. Then he reacted, and his eyes widened. He said in an aggrieved voice, "Didn't you say I was impotent back then? What are you doing now? Are you trying to rekindle old flames? Or do you really think I'm impotent?"

By the end, he was almost shouting.

I closed my eyes and shrank back.

I knew Jayden still remembered that.

3

As everyone knows, you cannot say something bad about a man's height or say he can't, even for a top student.

I'd made such mistakes twice, and neither ended well.

The first time was when we had just started dating.

Jayden was revered for his aloof, handsome appearance. He performed well in math competitions, but he was a novice in love.

I initiated our first kiss, and he kept his eyes open, motionless.

I teased, "Aren't guys supposed to be naturals at this? How come you're the exception?"

His face turned red instantly, and he quickly found an excuse. "I... I wasn't serious. How about we try again tomorrow?"

Ha, did he schedule to kiss me?

I was amused and laughed, not taking it seriously.

It was close to eleven the next evening. I got a call from Jayden. He asked me to go downstairs to get something.

As soon as I left the dorm, he took me into a small grove. Then his familiar scent enveloped me.

He put one hand around my waist and his other hand cupped my face. His fiery kiss landed on my... lips.

I was dizzy and was about to fall into a bottomless sea. When I was almost breathless, I was pulled back and floating in the air.

That feeling was expressive.

Later, I found out that his significant improvement was thanks to some online tips.

I looked up some information on Jayden's computer and found a search history. "How to kiss to make a girl?"

Jayden refused to admit it when I asked him about it. He said it was done by his roommate, Eduardo Buckley.

I didn't believe it, and he followed me and explained it for the whole day.

One student captured the scene and uploaded the picture to the school forum.

The title was "Shocking! The Aloof Cute Guy Falls from Grace and Does This."

Well... Jayden wasn't aloof at all. He was just a tsundere puppy.

I made another mistake when we broke up.

But I didn't do anything wrong that time.

We dated for nearly a year. But Jayden often participated in various competitions, and we rarely saw each other. I started thinking about breaking up.

But I only mentioned it to my roommates, and they asked me about the reason.

I said casually, "We have incompatible personalities."

But I didn't expect my words to spread before I could talk to Jayden. And the rumors became wilder.

It became that we were incompatible in bed...

Jayden returned from a competition. He didn't even have time to put his luggage back in the dorm before he rushed across two campuses to see me, who was in a lecture at that time.

I was terrified to see him out of breath and his serious expression.

I was really afraid that he'd get emotional and try to prove that he wasn't impotent at that moment.

But after he caught his breath, he only asked, "Do you really want to break up with me?"

I had said that and couldn't take it back. I gritted my teeth and loudly replied, "Yes!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the trash can beside us made a loud "bang," and Jayden left without looking back.

The school forum went wild. Someone was amazed that they could witness Jayden so angry.

Some people sarcastically said, "It's useless to be good-looking if a guy is impotent."

He probably didn't want to be gossiped about, so he applied to be an exchange student abroad the next day. It had been exactly a year since then.

Now he was finally back, and he ran into me, his ex-girlfriend. He was forced to remember his embarrassing past.

I completely understand why he was not in a good mood.

But I really didn't mean to touch him.

It was all my dad's fault for buying a manual car with all those fancy features.

4

After Jayden finished yelling, the car was quiet.

Just as I was hesitating whether to argue further, Jayden coldly said, "Why did you spread those rumors about me back then?"

We dated for a year, but we hadn't slept with each other. So the rumors about me being impotent were utterly baseless.

I tried to explain it, saying, "That was really a misunderstanding. What I meant at the time was that we have incompatible personalities..."

Before I could finish, Jayden raised his eyebrows and interrupted me, saying, "After you dated me for a year, you realized we were incompatible?"

I couldn't reply.

He was such a brainiac, and his logic was flawless.

I was uneasy under his gaze and quickly. I shut my eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Then just take it as me getting tired, and I did not like you anymore."

After saying that, I dared not look at his expression. I immediately turned my head and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Unexpectedly, I was actually sleepy and accidentally dozed off as I had woken up so early...

I wished everything was a dream.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Jayden's angry face. He mocked me, saying, "Did you come here to learn how to drive or to catch up on sleep?"

I sat up abruptly and instinctively touched my chin.

Thankfully, I hadn't drooled.

Otherwise, I would flush myself down the toilet.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I mumbled. I wasted the whole morning.

Jayden shot me a sideways glance. His face practically showed distain, as he thought I should know myself.

Oh, I struggled with insomnia.

If I didn't sleep well during the night, I needed to catch up in the morning. Otherwise, I would be very grumpy.

Once he and I went to a historic town. Jayden wanted to see the sunrise and woke me up at five in the morning.

At first, I patiently told him twice that I didn't want to go and that I could talk about it after I woke up.

I actually refused him politely.

But Jayden kept pestering me, and eventually, I got up and saw the sunrise. But I got really mad.

I was livid and didn't go on with the rest of the trip. I grabbed my phone and booked a solo return ticket.

Only then did Jayden realize the situation was serious. He quickly bought a ticket for the same train and silently followed me. He handled the tickets and carried the suitcases.

He spent a few days coaxing me and promised never to force me to wake up early again. Then the matter was settled.

At that moment, I knew I was to be blamed. So I cautiously asked, "Are we still practicing today?"

Jayden glanced at his watch and raised his chin towards the tree.

"Park the car over there, and we'll practice after lunch."

"Challenge accepted," I said, with a playful salute.

Maybe because I was too full of myself, the car hit the tree.

Before the crash, I vaguely heard Jayden ask flatly, "Have you ever risked your life for someone?"

I was confused, thinking he was being sarcastic again, so I ignored him.

By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late to hit the brakes.

All I heard was a loud "bang," and the airbag deployed, knocking me out.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. I watched a nurse cleaning the glass shards from Jayden's arm. The flesh turned pale.

Even though he was under anesthesia, I seemed to feel his pain. Tears streamed down my face.

One of Jayden's hands was treated by the nurse. He propped his head with the other hand and smiled helplessly. He said, "I'm injured, but why are you crying?"

"Because you are injured," I sobbed in response.

My sudden honesty left him a bit at a loss. After a few seconds of hesitation, he was about to wipe away my tears.

But then I added, "I'm afraid you'll ask me too much money due to the accident."

Jayden's hand froze in mid-air. It instantly clenched into a fist, and he let out a cold laugh.

"That's actually a good idea."

And just like that, I stepped into a trap myself.

I hadn't even passed the driving test yet. But I had to pay quite a bit for the damaged car.

I sighed that life was tough.

I didn't have much savings to pay Jayden for his blackmail, so I had no choice but to repay him by working for him.

Moreover, he lunged over and desperately turned the steering wheel to the left a moment ago. Otherwise, I would have been stitched then.

Thinking of this, I felt my heart soften.

But it only lasted for a few minutes.

Jayden got five sutures, and the doctor advised him not to eat spicy food, avoid water, not lift heavy objects, rest more, and change the dressing on time.

After the doctor finished, Jayden looked at me with a cheeky smile. He said, "Miss Maggie Garza, I'm counting on you."

My fists clenched and said nothing.

How could he say that?

5

I'm one year older than Jayden.

When we started dating, I always let him treat me as his elder sister. It seemed great for me to date a guy younger than me.

But Jayden refused me no matter what trick I used. When we were learning in the library, I asked, "Since your dad's sister is your aunt, who would my daughter be for you?"

Jayden must know the answer as it was so simple, but he replied innocently, "My dad doesn't have a sister."

I didn't care if his dad had a sister or not.

Later, thanks to my period, I finally got my wish.

Seeing me writhing in pain on the bed, Jayden awkwardly said, "I can regard you as my elder sister."

After saying it, he turned his head with embarrassment. He then said, "Someone from the Internet says it can help relieve pain to distract attention."

That shy look was so cute.

Now, after we broke up, he regarded me as a servant.

I should be really grateful.

I had to be responsible for his meals and cleaning his place. I was just like a servant.

I was like a cleaning lady, to be precise.

Jayden insisted that before our driving practice each day, I must go to his place and bring him breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He even specified that the dishes must be bought from that restaurant near my college. After having breakfast, we then headed to the driving school together.

He said it was the same way. But it took me half an hour by taxi from my dorm to his rented place. How on earth was that the same way?

It was revenge. Surely.

But I didn't have more money than just enough for my trip. Otherwise, I'd throw the money in Jayden's face and say, "Take it to repair your car."

But unfortunately, I couldn't do that.

I scrambled out of bed, rushed to the restaurant to buy what he liked, and hurried to Jayden's place.

As soon as I walked in, I saw him lounging on the sofa like a king. He was scrolling through his phone with one hand. Hearing the sound, he glanced up and complained, saying, "You're late."

But I was only five minutes late.

I retorted, "There was traffic. What could I do?"

Jayden locked his phone screen, tossed it into his pocket, and walked toward me. But he still said something harsh. "Couldn't you get out earlier?"

With that, he reached for the things in my hands.

But I stepped back and said, "I can handle it. Don't injure your arm again."

Jayden smirked and said, "You still care about me."

I was speechless.

I felt like I was blackmailed again, and it seemed endless.

Since he got injured and needed rest for a few days, I didn't have to practice driving in the coming few days. I planned to quickly tidy up his place and head back to the campus.

But Jayden insisted I sit down and have breakfast with him.

We had sandwiches from the restaurant near the campus. We frequently went there before, and I was sick of it.

Yet, Jayden enjoyed it so much. I couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that good? Haven't you had enough of it?"

Jayden paused, looked up at me, and said, "I am not tired of old things as easily as you did."

Though he was subtly criticizing me, I detected a hint of grievance in his tone.

Especially when he lowered his head to have breakfast, his eyes was downcast. With his hair falling over his forehead, he looked just like a neglected puppy.

Suddenly, he pushed the bowl away and said angrily, "I'm done. I need to wash my hair. You help me."

Jayden stood up, shot me a glare, and headed to the bathroom.

He was annoyed again.

I sighed helplessly.

I really couldn't understand what was on his mind.

6

I kindly suggested he go to a salon, and I'd pay for it.

I could afford it.

Jayden immediately retorted, "Then how would I take revenge?"

He said that so naturally.

I held back my anger.

I spent quite some time in the bathroom and finally arranged the stools into a makeshift bed with a washbasin at the front.

I was worried that the stools were too hard and thoughtfully laid a blanket for Jayden. After I made it as comfortable as a salon, I called him over.

Jayden's face twitched and he was unsightly. He said, "Do you really think it is a salon here?"

"Why not?" I asked expectantly.

"No way!" he shouted.

In the end, we opted for the simplest method. He sat there while I stood next to him.

Jayden dragged a stool unhappily and sat down with his back against the wall. I couldn't stand beside him.

The bathroom was small. I was forced to stand in front of him, which created an intimate atmosphere.

Jayden's head was close to my neck. His warm breath wrapped me, and I felt heated.

It seemed too hot in the bathroom.

As I worked on Jayden's hair, my gaze fell on his face.

After one year, his features had become more defined, and he seemed more mature when he was silent.

Yet, I felt he seemed more lonely.

Jayden was slow to warm up to others. Besides me, Eduardo was his only friend.

He went abroad as an exchange student alone. I didn't know whether he made any new friends.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense. As Jayden suddenly looked up, our gaze met unexpectedly.

His bright eyes locked onto mine, and he asked with a smile, "Am I good-looking?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I dumbly nodded.

The next moment, his charming smile faded away. He said through gritted teeth, "Then scratch somewhere else on this good-looking face. You're going to make me bald."

I was speechless.

Thank you, Jayden.

I quickened my move. I gave his hair a quick rinse without drying it and then went off to clean up.

Jayden sensed my bad mood. He came over and took the broom from me.

He pretended to be casual as he said, "I'll give you one chance. Do something with me. After it is done, you can go home."