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.

elevator, bearing a

closed and John let out a long breath

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

woman’s hair was also braided,

was undeniable that the latter was a lot

the traditional or stereotypical

was alluring yet elegant

women of different types before, but

quickly pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where it

doors reopened, he returned to

phone had received a notification—it was a text

It was a photo.

alone. The man who chatted her

tilted

soft and tender

the message like he

great and her fair skin shone like a reflective pearl in

they were at a tourist spot—there

was after staring at it for a while that John deleted

a chair to take a seat by

was rather

was a little

leaned back in his seat and

hadn’t planned to take a nap, but he eventually gave in with the

and had

dreamed about his first meeting with

the moment they met until their marriage, so she

or less the same

way

over

to

in deep sleep, their

even if he resisted a little, but he chose not to and stared intensely at the door

was waiting for

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

interrogating him as

she leaned in for a

had the odd feeling that his lips were