The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

From the beginning to the end, John didn’t show much astonishment or surprise at Sophia’s appearance, so despite the two people praising her to the skies at the side, she merely felt that it was passable. I probably won’t stand out at a party filled with stunning beauties.

After scrutinizing herself from head to toe and finding no flaws, Sophia then changed back into her clothes, leaving the makeup to be removed at home later. I wonder how much this evening gown costs. Ah, no matter. It’s not my money anyway.

When she’d packed the shoes as well, John took them over to the car. Meanwhile, Sophia got into the car after bidding the two people farewell. “I’m starving.”

While putting on his seatbelt, John suggested, “Let’s dine out.” It’s so late now. If we’re to go home and cook now, it might be a while yet before we get to eat.

Sophia was actually feeling lazy, so she nodded. “Sure.”

The car drove toward the city center. At this time, the nightlife had just begun, so traffic was rather heavy, forcing John to drive relatively slower. “What do you want to eat?”

Leaning against the window, Sophia gazed out. “I’m not picky. Let’s just eat whatever you want to eat.” He’s a picky eater, after all.

Upon hearing this, John sped up slightly and headed toward a restaurant right ahead. There were quite a number of cars in front of the restaurant now, but the valet at the entrance instantly jogged over as soon as he saw John since he was a regular patron here. John alighted with Sophia, upon which the valet smiled brightly. “Mr. Constance, this must be Mrs. Constance. Good evening.”

the restaurant. He had his regular private room, so the server led the way along a long corridor that

door of a private room at the side swung open. It was a server coming out with tea, leaving the door wide open. With a casual glance, Sophia spotted

two persons she’d seen before, so the others in there today had to be of the Bailey Family

wanted to close the door behind him after exiting, but Isabelle blurted, “Wait!” Nonetheless, one couldn’t be certain whether she

short and opened the door.

strides forward

took his arm. Halting, John turned and looked at Isabelle. “Miss

server retreated. There was, however, another server who’d been leading John to his private room, and that person

she smiled. “No, I just found

lead the way.” Perhaps it was

private room, John ordered. There were no changes to be discerned from his

moment’s deliberation. He took a cigarette and lit it before taking a puff. Pursing her lips, Sophia grumbled inwardly, Back when we’d just gotten divorced, he still asked me whether I minded for courtesy’s sake, but now, he doesn’t even bother asking. This

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