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.

unable to figure it out no matter how

open the door to let

upstairs and walked

and looking outside. She had changed into a loose-fitting mini dress that fell right

dress that he brought back just the day

it was

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

clothes, but there were

was one that she

was one of the better-looking ones

she was looking out

glance at her legs made him feel

room and

she was already

it and drawing something on a piece

of hers were still restless as they continued

time, Sophia heard John coming out of

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

She beckoned him.

harmless. He hesitated briefly before going

bed. Because her dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the front made

his gaze to the piece of paper

was filled with scribbles that

“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

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

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

smiled and gave her a

you also think it’s a good idea? Here;

on the spot next to her for him to

running a

had to admit that she did not have

had more

She trusted his judgments.

on the paper and proceeded to sit down beside her. “You want to open a shop and make dessert. Let’s leave