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.

elevator, bearing a hurt expression—one

soon closed and John let out

no idea what she thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar

was also braided,

of Sophia, but it was undeniable that the latter

not in the traditional or

elegant like a soft

types before,

pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where it

the elevator doors reopened, he returned to

inside, his phone had received

It was a photo.

Sophia alone. The man who chatted her

tilted slightly upward while the man was looking fixedly

as soft and tender as a

he always did,

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

seemed like they were at a tourist spot—there was

for a while

his phone aside and pulled out a chair to take a seat by the

beach was rather

sun shone brightly and it was a little jarring to the

his seat and closed

he eventually gave in with the gentle, warm sunlight as the

and had a

he dreamed about

been less than a year from the moment they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared to when they had just known each

the same as

way she dressed—it was a

had someone bring her over back then as he

to the

wasn’t in deep sleep, their

if he resisted a little, but he chose

for the lady to

he was sure that he saw her, but the scenery

on top of him, interrogating him as if he

she leaned

a lot realer all of a sudden; he even had the odd