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.

a

closed and John let out

way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had

hair was also braided, which fell lazily

him of Sophia, but it was undeniable that the latter

not in the

was alluring yet elegant like a soft

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

away, unsure of where

the elevator doors reopened, he returned

had

It was a photo.

who chatted her

with her head tilted slightly

was as soft and

message like he always

great and her fair skin shone

at a tourist spot—there was a

it for a while that

aside and pulled out a chair to take

beach was rather

and it was a little jarring to the

his seat

eventually gave in with the

lightly and had a

background, he dreamed about his

met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared to when they had just known each

more or less the same

was the way she dressed—it was a

her over back then as he was still

to the hospital

one wasn’t in deep sleep, their

if he

waiting for the lady to

sure that he saw her, but the scenery around him suddenly

was on top of him, interrogating him as if he had

heard his denial, she leaned in for

of a sudden; he even had