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 hurt expression—one that

John let out a long breath

thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit

hair was also braided, which fell

reminded him of Sophia, but it was undeniable that the latter was a lot more

attractive—but not in the

alluring yet elegant

of different types before, but she was one of

away, unsure of where it

doors reopened, he returned

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

It was a photo.

man who chatted her up the other day had

with her head tilted slightly upward while the man was looking fixedly at her

was as soft and tender

the message like he

fair skin shone like a

like they were at a tourist spot—there

it for a

out a chair to take

was rather

shone brightly and it was

his seat

nap, but he eventually gave in with the

lightly and had

he dreamed about his first meeting

they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much

same

the way she

someone bring her over back then as he was still

brought directly to the hospital

wasn’t in deep sleep,

he knew that he would wake up even if he

for

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

him, interrogating him as if he

she leaned

lot realer all of a sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his lips were being