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

at that, she went to open the door to

after, John came upstairs and

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

that he

was

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

clothes, but there were only a few

was one that she had worn more

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

very relaxed; she was looking out the window while

glance at her

returned to his own room

he came out again, she was already on the

it and drawing something on a piece of paper in

hers were still restless as they continued to kick in

heard John coming

snapped her head up at him and smiled. “Hey, John.

She beckoned him.

He hesitated

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

to the piece of paper spread out on

with scribbles that were

thinking of opening my own dessert shop. What do you

very abstract. He could not tell at all.

Otherwise, I just have all this money in my hands with nowhere to

gave her a nod. “You’re

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

patted on the spot next to her for

to running a business, she still

she did

huge, so John had more of an eye for trends in the

She trusted his judgments.

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 now. Have you looked