The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Although there weren’t many diners in the restaurant, it would be embarrassing to bicker in a public setting.

John had lowered his eyes as his gaze shifted toward the woman’s arm and furrowed his brows.

His facial features always had a cold aura—it probably had something to do with the usual deadpan expression he wore on a daily basis.

His knitted brows did not mean that he was furious, but it merely made him look like he was about to snap at any minute.

The woman pursed her lips, but did not loosen her grip. “President Constance, shall we head outside to talk? President McCaw is sincere about this collaboration and it’ll be hard for me to face him if our discussions do not turn out well.”

He scoffed and maintained his aloof expression. “How you’ll face him has nothing to do with me.”

She was taken aback by his words and did not know how to respond.

He gave his arm a jerk as he released it from the woman’s grasp before leaving the restaurant and headed toward the elevator. There wasn’t much that he needed to do and gave Zack an off day—in other words, it was a way of giving himself a break as well.

He had been busy for the past three months.

Between Old Mr. Constance’s passing and managing his funeral…

That, in itself, had been exhausting enough, but even after taking care of his funeral, he did not have enough time to rest and had to immediately return to work.

His employees even had the opportunity to take a long break due to the weekends, but not him. Yet, his collaboration with Infinity Group now seemed to be going down the drain.

He didn’t have any regrets, though; he was instead grateful to be able to take the chance to rest well.

The woman chased after him out of the restaurant, but she lacked the courage to follow him inside.

the elevator, bearing a hurt expression—one

soon closed and John let out a long

idea what she thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that

the woman’s hair was also braided, which fell lazily

looking at her reminded him of Sophia, but it was undeniable

not in the traditional or

yet elegant like a

seen many women of different types before, but she was one

quickly pushed his thoughts away, unsure

the elevator doors reopened, he returned

soon as he stepped inside, his phone had received a notification—it was a text

It was a photo.

was not of Sophia alone. The man who chatted her up

tilted slightly upward while the man was looking fixedly at

as soft and

immediately delete the message like he always did, but took his time and

fair skin shone like a reflective

like they were at a tourist spot—there was a crowd

after staring at it for a

his phone aside and pulled out a chair to take a

was

sun shone brightly and it was a little

his seat and closed his

gave in

lightly and had a

a bustling background, he dreamed about

been less than a year from the moment they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared

same as she did in the

difference was the way she dressed—it was

someone bring her over back then as he was

to the hospital to see

deep sleep, their mind

knew that he would wake up even if he resisted a

waiting for

haze of his consciousness, he was sure that

top of him, interrogating him as if he

she leaned in for

had the odd feeling that his