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.”

lips, all the exuberance gone from her face. “Why don’t you drive Belle home

arrange for someone to drive her

hurriedly interjected, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll call the driver to

care one way or another, so he merely dipped his head at her in farewell before walking out while wheeling the suitcase. When he reached

Master William probably imbibed since he got out of the car very slowly, followed by Young Lady Jennifer. “Uncle

going out at this hour?” It was as though she

to retrieve some things.” Young Lady Jennifer murmured an acknowledgment and nodded. Dylan, on the other hand, glanced at John

rear-view mirror, he could see Young Master Owen and Young Lady Jennifer walking toward the house. Dylan, however, remained rooted to the spot, staring at his car. His face devoid of expression, John floored the gas

back. After all, it was no different from the past; he never came home on 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, but her heart was even turned

hated obstinate people the most, those who knew full well that something would never yield results yet remained clinging tight and refusing

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 when the lock clicked upon John’s arrival home after he’d

clothes while soothing music played in the living room. She had an hourglass figure, and that was outlined all the

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