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.

figure it out no matter how much

to open the door to let the odor out

John came upstairs

still sprawled over by the window and looking outside. She had changed into a loose-fitting mini dress that fell right below her hips and exposed her fair

was the dress that he brought back

it was

of clothes, he still hand-picked each

of clothes, but there were only a few that she

was one that she

ones out of all the home

she was looking out the window

one glance at her legs

own room

she was

something on a

hers were still restless as they continued to kick in the

heard John coming out of his

up at him and smiled. “Hey, John. I want to ask you something.

She beckoned him.

quite harmless. He hesitated briefly before

her dress was a bit loose around the neckline, the view from the front made him even more ill at

guided his gaze to the piece of paper spread out on the

with scribbles that were practically

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 continued,

was very abstract. He could not tell at all. Grabbing the

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

and gave her a

“Do you also think it’s a good idea?

patted on the spot next to her for him to

to running a business, she still trusted

to admit that she did not

more of an eye for trends in

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