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.

bearing a hurt expression—one that begged for

John let out

strikingly similar to

her, the woman’s hair was also braided, which

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

was attractive—but not in the traditional or stereotypical

was alluring yet elegant

women of different types before,

away, unsure of where it was

reopened,

stepped inside, his phone had

It was a photo.

The man who chatted her up the other day had

something in the far distance with her head tilted slightly

as soft and tender as

delete the message like he always did, but took

her fair skin shone like a reflective

seemed like they were at a tourist spot—there

for a while that

and pulled out a chair to

was rather

it was a little

back in his seat and closed his

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

and

a bustling background, he dreamed about his first

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

more or less the same

way she dressed—it

Mr. Constance had someone bring her over

was brought directly to the hospital

sleep, their

knew that he would wake up even if he resisted a little, but he

was waiting for the lady to

that he saw

was on top of him, interrogating him as if he had betrayed her—she was

she leaned in for a

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