The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Mrs. Constance had uttered such remarks in the past, so John truly didn’t want to listen anymore. He merely murmured an acknowledgment. “It’s late now, so you should sleep earlier. I’ve got to go since I still have something to do.”

Knowing that he was growing impatient, Mrs. Constance quickly went along with him. “Sure, sure, I will. We’ll talk next time since you’re busy.”

After hanging up the phone, John closed his eyes for a moment. There was a stringent feeling within him which he just couldn’t brush off. On his way back to his room, he walked past the study.

Sophia was still scratching her head inside, googling the questions that went over her head, but she just couldn’t understand the explanation given by Google at times. The door to the study was opened, and she sat before the computer, groaning softly from time to time.

John had instinctively walked over, but he retreated on second thought. Leaning against the door frame, he stared at Sophia who had changed into another set of clothes, sitting cross-legged on the chair as she stared at the computer screen with great resentment. Mrs. Constance’s words on the phone earlier flashed across John’s mind, and his mind automatically supplied him with Isabelle’s image. His gaze darkened.

After a few seconds, he walked in. “What are you doing?”

Startled, Sophia’s head snapped back before her expression fell. “This stuff is exceedingly difficult to understand.”

Going over, John saw that the computer screen was filled with a bunch of driving test questions. These questions weren’t all that difficult, but perhaps Sophia had trouble understanding out of the blue since she’d never come across them. John pulled a chair over and sat down beside her. “Which one don’t you understand? I’ll explain it to you.”

pointed at a question on the screen at once. “I don’t understand this one.” John was patient and explained things to her one by one. His explanation is much simpler than Google’s. Sophia nodded slowly. “Don’t go first. Wait a moment, for I’m bound to have other questions.” John wasn’t in a

her collar was rather loose, baring her collarbone. There are still faint traces on it. He actually had quite a high alcohol tolerance, so the single glass of red wine that night truly couldn’t have affected him in any way. However, he himself couldn’t say for sure what

was littered with black and blue bruises as though she’d been beaten up, looking rather pitiful indeed. For a brief moment, he was

stared at the marks on her body now, he could still remember how frenzied he’d been that night. He hurriedly averted his gaze, feeling inexplicably restless once more

all this, her sole concern on the questions in the driving test. John was rather patient tonight, and he only stood up when Sophia yawned, making it clear that it was past her bedtime. “Take it easy. There’s no need to rush

nodded. “Thank you for

her room before going back to his own room. The room wasn’t all that big, nor was there much in there, but he wasn’t bothered

William. William rarely called him, perhaps because their communication didn’t necessarily have to be via language since they were both men. Thus, he felt that

Family had a huge business, so this collaboration was a good thing for the Constance Family. However, William didn’t sound very much happy, so John merely murmured

with the Baileys often in the future

meaning. He chuckled. “Okay, I got it.” After hanging up with William, he then closed his eyes, only to have the marks on Sophia’s collarbone flashing across his mind once more. Still, there was a tightness in

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter