The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

After Sophia returned to her room, she changed her clothes and went to open the window.

A whole day had passed but the jasmine scent still lingered inside the house.

It was truly nauseating.

Her room overlooked the parking lot on the other side.

She stretched her neck out to look and saw several cars returning in succession.

One of the figures that got out of one of the cars looked like Dylan.

John’s words popped in her mind just then. Stay away from Dylan.

She did not quite understand.

Even though the Constance Family was big and they ran a big business, there was bound to be some dispute within the family. However, she had not heard of any family discord between the Main Constance Family and the Second Constance Family.

When Old Mr. Constance passed away, the four brothers were quite united as they sat together to discuss the funeral arrangements.

It did not seem like there was any conflict between them.

Is it just between John and Dylan then? She smacked her lips. It doesn’t seem like it either. When I was married to John, he and Dylan did not really interact with each other. Most importantly, that tattler Mrs. Constance has never said anything bad about Dylan.

If there was conflict between John and Dylan, Mrs. Constance would never stay quiet about it.

out no matter how much

at that, she went to open the door to

John came upstairs

sprawled over by the window and looking outside. She had changed into a loose-fitting mini dress that fell right below her hips and

the dress that he brought back

time, it was

he still hand-picked each one of them instead of just

a lot of clothes, but there were only a few that she usually

one that she had worn more

it was one of the better-looking ones out of all the home clothes she used to

relaxed; she was looking out the window while

reason, one glance at her legs made

quickly returned to his own room

she was already on

drawing something on a piece of

of hers were still restless as they continued to kick

John coming out of

at him and smiled. “Hey, John.

She beckoned him.

He

was still lying on the bed. Because her dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the front made him even more

guided his gaze to the piece

with scribbles that were practically

don’t really have much to do right now. I’m thinking of opening my own dessert shop. What do

abstract. He could not tell at all. Grabbing the piece of paper, he looked

do now. Otherwise, I just have all this money in my hands with nowhere to

and gave her a

also think it’s a good idea? Here; give me

next to her for him

to running a

admit that she did not have

was huge, so John had more of an eye for

She trusted his judgments.

down beside her. “You want to open a shop and make dessert. Let’s leave this drawing as it is for now.