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.

it out no matter how much

at that, she went to open the door to let

came upstairs and

and looking outside. She had changed into a

that he brought back just the day

it was hung

bring back a lot of clothes, he still hand-picked each

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

one that she had

personally thought it was one of the better-looking ones out of

relaxed; she was looking out the window while

some reason, one glance at her legs made him

own room

again, she was already on

on a piece of paper

of hers were still restless as they continued to kick in the

heard John coming out of

and smiled. “Hey, John. I want to ask you

She beckoned him.

seemed quite harmless. He hesitated

dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the

his gaze to the piece of paper

was filled with scribbles that were practically

suddenly became inspired and sat upright. “Hey, hey. You know I don’t really have much to do right now. I’m thinking of opening my own dessert shop. What do you think?” Pointing at the

was very abstract. He could not tell at all. Grabbing the piece of paper, he looked at her. “Didn’t you want to learn how

I’m looking for something to do now. Otherwise, I just have all this money in my hands with nowhere

smiled and gave her

also think it’s a

patted on the spot next to

to running a business,

to admit that she did not have much experience in

so John had more of an eye

She trusted his judgments.

proceeded to sit down beside her. “You want to open a