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 how much she

open the door to let the

came upstairs and

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

dress that he brought back just the

time, it was hung up

lot of clothes, he still hand-picked each one of them instead of just grabbing

of clothes, but there were only a few that she

one that she had worn more

it was one of the better-looking ones out of all the home

was looking out the window while swaying

glance at her legs made

his own room

he came out again, she was already

on it and drawing something on a piece

hers were still restless as they

heard John

smiled. “Hey, John. I

She beckoned him.

He hesitated briefly before

dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view

guided his gaze to the piece of paper spread out on

with scribbles that were practically

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

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

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

and gave her a nod. “You’re

think it’s a good idea? Here;

on the spot next to her for him to sit

it came to running a business, she

did not have

John had more of an eye for

She trusted his judgments.

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