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

that, she went to open the door to let the odor

came upstairs and walked past

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

he brought back just the

it was

clothes, he still hand-picked each one

there were only a

was one that she had

better-looking ones out of all the home clothes she

she was looking out the window while swaying

some reason, one glance at her legs made

quickly returned to his own room and changed

again, she was already

lying on it and drawing something on

hers were still restless as they continued

time, Sophia heard John coming out of his

head up at him and smiled. “Hey, John. I want

She beckoned him.

seemed quite harmless. He hesitated

the bed. Because her dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the front made him even more ill at ease than that pair

piece of paper spread out

filled with scribbles that were practically

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 drawing on the paper, she

not tell at all. Grabbing the

Otherwise, I just have

and gave her a nod. “You’re

happy. “Do you also think it’s a good idea? Here;

the spot next to

it came to running a business, she

to admit that she did

huge, so John had more of

She trusted his judgments.

her. “You want to open a shop and make dessert. Let’s leave this drawing as