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.

outside the elevator, bearing a

closed and John let

dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had worn to the beach the

her, the woman’s hair was also

but it was undeniable

was attractive—but not in the

alluring yet elegant like a soft

women of different types before,

pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where it

reopened, he returned to

as he stepped inside, his phone had received

It was a photo.

man who chatted her up the other

was looking at something in the far distance with her head tilted slightly upward while the man

gaze was as soft and tender as

immediately delete the message like he always did, but

lighting was great and her fair skin shone like a

were at a tourist spot—there was a crowd

it for a while that John deleted

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

was rather

shone brightly and it was

leaned back in his seat

eventually gave in with the

lightly and

he dreamed about

their marriage, so she

more or less the same as she did in the

the way she

Mr. Constance had someone bring her over back then as

was brought directly to the hospital to see

one wasn’t in deep sleep, their mind was often quite

he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he chose not to and

waiting for the lady

his consciousness, he was sure that

interrogating him as if he had betrayed her—she was tenacious

heard his denial, she leaned

had the odd feeling that