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 hurt expression—one that begged

let out

way she dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had worn to

was also braided, which fell lazily on

it was undeniable that the latter was

attractive—but not in the

was alluring yet elegant like a

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

pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where it

elevator doors reopened, he returned to his

had received a notification—it was a text

It was a photo.

who chatted her up the other

her head tilted slightly upward while the man was looking fixedly at her from her

as soft and tender as a

the message like he

her fair skin shone like a

tourist spot—there was a

it for a while that John deleted the

a chair to take a seat

beach was

was a little

leaned back in his seat and closed

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

and had a

bustling background, he dreamed about his first

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

more or less the same as she did in

was the way she dressed—it was a

had someone bring her over back

directly to the hospital

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

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

waiting for the

the haze of his consciousness, he was sure that he saw her, but the scenery

top of him, interrogating him as if he had

denial, she

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