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.

bearing a hurt

John let out

idea what she thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had worn to the beach

woman’s hair was also braided, which fell lazily on her

undeniable that the latter was

the traditional or stereotypical

elegant like

of different types

quickly pushed his thoughts away,

reopened,

his phone had received a notification—it was a text message from

It was a photo.

photo was not of Sophia alone. The man who chatted her up the other day had also been

something in the far distance with her head tilted slightly upward while the man

soft and tender as a

immediately delete the message like he always did, but took

skin shone like a

at a tourist

after staring at it for a while that John deleted

pulled out a chair to take

beach was

it was a little jarring to

back in his seat

to take a nap, but he eventually gave in with the gentle, warm sunlight as the backdrop and fell

slept lightly and had a

background, he dreamed about his first meeting

until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared

the same as she did

way she dressed—it was a

had someone bring her over

brought directly to the hospital

one wasn’t in deep sleep, their

that he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he

waiting for the lady to

he was sure that he saw her, but

on top of him, interrogating him as if he had betrayed her—she was tenacious and

denial, she leaned in for a

had the odd feeling that his lips were being