The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

As soon as John returned to his room, he went to his closet and took out the documents in the drawer—a divorce agreement and a divorce certificate. He only remembered this matter today.

Mom has always been an impulsive person, so it’ll be troublesome if she fails to control herself and rummages these documents out to show Isabelle considering their close relationship.

After packing his things, he sat on the bed for a while before going to Sophia’s previous room. The room was still a mess, making it obvious that no one had come in to clean. Mom probably made this room off-limits, so nobody dared to enter.

Walking over, he straightened the bed sheet before tossing the wine bottles, wine glasses, and even the unfinished food into the trash can. Many of Sophia’s things were still here, so he packed them up as well.

When he went downstairs again, Mrs. Constance and Isabelle had also finished eating. The two of them were sitting in the living room with the television switched on, their faces wreathed in smiles as they watched some program or other.

Occasionally, Mrs. Constance pointed at the television and said something to Isabelle, upon which the latter nodded in agreement. They indeed get along very well. He stood on the stairs and observed them for a while before descending.

Mrs. Constance was taken aback when she saw him coming down with a suitcase. That suitcase is Sophia Gwendolyn’s!

Only when John had reached the landing did he say, “I’ll be leaving since Sophia is still waiting for me at home.”

her lips, all the exuberance gone from her face. “Why

glanced at Isabelle. “Have the housekeeper arrange for someone to drive

fine. I’ll call the driver

farewell before walking out while wheeling

after John had placed the suitcase into the trunk, Dylan swung open the car door and alighted. Meanwhile, Young Master William probably imbibed

“You’re going out at this hour?” It was as

anything, John replied, “Yeah. I’m recently living outside with Sophia, so I came back to retrieve some things.” Young Lady Jennifer murmured an

Master Owen and Young Lady Jennifer walking toward the house. Dylan, however, remained rooted to the spot,

time, nor did he bother to call or text. In the beginning, she fretted over this, but later, her warm heart slowly cooled. Not only did she fail to warm him up,

yield results yet remained clinging tight and refusing to let go. Such people were just

interest, and she wasn’t hungry now since she’d eaten too much during lunch. She then proceeded to shift around on the sofa. Finding it just too boring in the end, she went over to the yoga mat and lay down in a meditative posture. Perhaps that was more comfortable, for she almost dozed off, only to startle awake

glanced at Sophia who was lying a near distance away. She was lying there in her yoga clothes while soothing music played in the living room. She had an hourglass figure, and that was outlined all the more clearer in yoga clothes. John had thought that he knew her body like the back of his

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