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

let out a long

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

was also

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

the traditional or stereotypical beauty

alluring yet elegant

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

away, unsure of where it was

doors reopened, he returned to

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

It was a photo.

alone. The man who

with her head tilted slightly upward while the

gaze was as soft and tender as a

the message like he always did, but took his

great and her fair skin shone like a reflective pearl in

a tourist spot—there was a crowd

staring at it for a while that John deleted

a chair to take a seat

was rather

and it was a

back in his seat and

a nap, but he eventually gave in with the gentle, warm

slept lightly and had a

a bustling background, he dreamed about his first meeting

a year from the moment they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much

less the same as

difference was the way

over back then as he was still

directly to the hospital to

wasn’t in deep sleep, their mind was often

a dream; he knew that he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he

was waiting for the lady

that he saw her, but the scenery

him as if he had betrayed her—she was tenacious

she leaned in for a

sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his