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

soon closed and John let

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

also braided, which fell lazily on

reminded him of Sophia, but it was undeniable that the latter was a lot more attractive

attractive—but not in the traditional or

yet elegant like a

types before, but she

away, unsure of where

doors reopened,

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

It was a photo.

alone. The man who chatted her up the other day had also been

with her head tilted slightly upward while the man was looking

was as soft and tender as

immediately delete the message like he always

fair skin shone like a reflective

like they were at a tourist spot—there was

was after staring at it for a

a chair

beach was

shone brightly and it was a little jarring to the

his seat and closed his

in with the gentle, warm sunlight as

lightly and had

bustling background, he dreamed about his first meeting

less than a year from the moment they met until their marriage, so she hadn’t looked much different compared to when

looked more or less the same as she did in

only difference was the way she dressed—it

over back then as

brought directly to the hospital to

one wasn’t in deep sleep, their

wake up even if he resisted a

waiting for the lady to

his consciousness, he was sure that he

interrogating him as if he had betrayed her—she

denial, she leaned in for

a sudden; he even had the odd feeling that his lips