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.”

into the restaurant. He had his

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 the people in the room, and naturally, the people inside likewise caught

there today had to be of the Bailey Family as well. In the blink of an eye, John had also glimpsed the people in the room. He hesitated slightly, and

door behind him after exiting, but Isabelle blurted, “Wait!” Nonetheless, one couldn’t be certain whether she was directing this to the server or John

server stopped short and opened the door. “Yes? Is

steps. Meanwhile, John had already taken several strides forward while the server was about to close the door. Coming over, Isabelle stood by

out and took his arm. Halting, John turned and

another server who’d been leading John to his private

she smiled. “No, I

turned and said to the server, “Please lead the way.” Perhaps it was because she had on exquisite makeup today, for she felt incredibly confident now, unafraid of

entered their private room, John ordered. There were no changes to be discerned from his expression, and Sophia didn’t

and John fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket after a 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

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