The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The speed of service here was very quick, for it felt as though only moments had passed before the server started serving the dishes. John ordered a lot of dishes, taking up half the table despite it being just the two of them.

Sophia had long since waited with her cutlery ready, so she took the first bite. Then, she mumbled, “Why did you order so much food? Are you in a bad mood?”

John scoffed. “I thought this is your preference.”

Sophia was taken aback before she remembered that she ordered a feast the day she got divorced from him in a deliberate attempt to vent. Actually, she only wanted to upset him, but that was, in fact, the happiest day for a person who didn’t love his spouse. Thus, nothing she did worked in ruining his mood. She said nothing, merely ate with her head lowered.

Just after John had finished smoking his cigarette, the door of the private room was opened. However, it wasn’t just Isabelle who came in, for she was accompanied by another man. Raising her eyes, Sophia stole a glance. This man isn’t Elder Mr. Bailey, so he must be Old Mr. Bailey.

John stood up. “Old Mr. Bailey.” Old Mr. Bailey’s expression was rather dour, and he was wearing a long face. Truthfully speaking, Sophia could understand. After all, it was said that he blew his gasket when John went over personally to break off the engagement.

The humiliation at having the engagement called off was one thing, but the other thing was probably the fact that the socialite, Young Lady Isabelle Bailey, actually lost to someone of her background. Thus, it was indeed degrading to Old Mr. Bailey.

Sophia, however, didn’t stand up. She merely continued eating while sitting down. I don’t know these people, so why should I be so pretentious?

Isabelle stood beside Old Mr. Bailey with a faint smile on her face. Sophia thought, She must have practiced smiling in front of a mirror to achieve such a perfect smile, neither overdone nor understated.

between our families, so I hope that you’ll take it easy

over his face. Hah, rich people are just pompous, feeling as though they’re superior to others and acting as though they’re not human just because they have a

table, so she broke off a crab leg and ate with relish, the sounds so loud that they were difficult to ignore. John merely lowered his eyes and glanced

time, Isabelle greeted, “Hello, Miss

at all understanding her meaning. Tossing the crab leg shell onto

and gazed at John, her expression slightly sultry even as her voice

managed to keep his expression placid. He even seemed to

as to whether it was provocative in nature. Isabelle’s expression remained unchanged with a smile on her lips, whereas Old Mr. Bailey at

from Sophia, Old Mr. Bailey looked at John once more. “I’m planning to have you in charge of the collaboration between our companies, and I’ve also mentioned this to your father, to which

“I’ll just go along with whatever was

on her face. The Baileys seem to be lacking in morals. No matter what the situation was in the past, John Constance is a married man in the eyes of the

they aren’t aware of the multitude of misunderstandings that might arise from this series of actions? Damn, and they even like to boast of

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