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.

the elevator, bearing a hurt expression—one that begged for

let out a long breath

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

also braided, which fell lazily on

him of Sophia, but it was undeniable that

attractive—but not in the traditional or

yet elegant like

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

quickly pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where

elevator doors reopened, he returned to

inside, his phone had received a notification—it was a

It was a photo.

not of Sophia alone. The man who

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

as soft and tender as a

he always did, but took

and her fair skin shone like a reflective

were at a tourist spot—there was

it for a while that

pulled out a chair to

beach was

and it was a little jarring to the

in his

but he eventually gave in

lightly and had

bustling background, he dreamed about his first meeting with

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

or less the same as she did in

was the way she dressed—it

over back

directly to the hospital to see

one wasn’t in deep sleep,

in a dream; he knew that he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he chose not to and

for the

his consciousness, he was sure that he saw her, but the scenery around

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

denial, she leaned in

sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his lips were being nibbled