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.

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

closed and John let out

was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had

hair was also braided, which fell lazily on her

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

the traditional or stereotypical

was alluring yet elegant like

different types before, but she was

pushed his thoughts away, unsure of

the elevator doors reopened, he

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

It was a photo.

not of Sophia alone. The man who chatted her up

far distance with her head tilted slightly

as soft and tender as a

not immediately delete the message like he always did,

and her fair skin shone like

a tourist spot—there

at it for a while that John

pulled out a chair to take a seat by the

beach was rather

shone brightly and it was a little jarring to the

back in his seat and closed his

a nap, but he eventually gave in

and had

bustling background, he dreamed about his

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

the same

only difference was the way she dressed—it was a lot

Constance had someone bring her over back then as he was still

was brought directly to the

deep sleep, their mind was often

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

waiting for the lady

he was sure that he saw her,

him as if he had betrayed her—she was tenacious

denial, she leaned in for

lot realer all of a sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his lips were being nibbled on without