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.

stopped outside the elevator, bearing a hurt expression—one that begged

let

what she thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar

her, the woman’s hair was also braided,

undeniable that the latter was

the traditional or stereotypical beauty

alluring yet elegant like a

had seen many women of different types before,

quickly pushed his thoughts away, unsure of

doors reopened, he

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

It was a photo.

photo was not of Sophia alone. The man who

in the far distance with her head tilted

soft and

immediately delete the message like he always did, but

lighting was great and her fair skin shone like a reflective pearl in

were at a tourist spot—there was a crowd in the

after staring at it for

aside and pulled out a chair to take

was

it was a little jarring

in his seat and

hadn’t planned to take a nap, but he eventually gave in with the gentle, warm sunlight

and had

bustling background, he dreamed about his first meeting with

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

or less the same as she did in the present

only difference was the way she

Constance had someone bring her over back then

directly to the

in deep sleep, their

he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he chose not to and stared intensely

was waiting for

he was sure that he saw her, but the

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

heard his denial, she

a sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his lips