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.

to figure it out no matter

at that, she went to open the door to

upstairs and walked

sprawled over by the window and looking outside. She had changed into a loose-fitting

that he brought back just

time, it was hung up

he did not bring back a lot of clothes, he still hand-picked each one of them

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

dress was one that she had worn more

better-looking ones out of all the home clothes

looking out the window while

one glance at her legs made

his own room and changed out

came out again, she

on it and drawing something on a piece

legs of hers were still restless as they

Sophia heard John coming

smiled. “Hey, John. I want

She beckoned him.

He hesitated briefly before

dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the front made him even more ill at ease than

to the piece of paper spread out on

with scribbles that

right now. I’m thinking of opening my own dessert shop.

design of a shop? It was very abstract. He could not tell at all. Grabbing the piece of paper, he looked at her. “Didn’t

to do now. Otherwise, I just have all this money

her a

her happy. “Do you also think it’s a

on the spot next to her for

came to running a

to admit that she did

huge, so John had more of an eye for trends

She trusted his judgments.

to look at the drawings on the paper and proceeded to sit down beside her. “You want to open a shop and make dessert. Let’s leave this drawing as it is for