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

and John let out a long breath of

no idea what she thought—the way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had worn to

hair was also braided, which fell lazily

but it was undeniable that the latter was a lot more attractive than that

in the traditional or stereotypical beauty

alluring yet elegant like a soft

of different types before, but she was one of

his thoughts away, unsure of where

reopened, he returned to

phone had

It was a photo.

who chatted her up

the far distance with her head tilted

gaze was as soft and tender as a

the message like he

lighting was great and her fair skin

they were at a tourist spot—there was a

at it for a while that John deleted the

and pulled out a chair to take a seat by the

beach was

it was a

back in his seat and closed

to take a nap, but he eventually gave in with the gentle, warm sunlight as

and had

bustling background, he dreamed about his

year from the moment they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared to when they had just known

looked more or less the same as she

the way she dressed—it

over back then as he was still

directly to the

in deep sleep, their mind was often quite

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

was waiting for the lady to

he was sure that he saw her, but the scenery

Sophia was on top of him, interrogating him as if he had

she heard his denial, she leaned in for a

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