The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John went over and pushed open the door, standing right at the entrance. “Sophia.” His voice was a tad loud.

Startled, Sophia gave a cry and raised her head in surprise. “Why are you here? Are you looking for Dylan?”

John swept his gaze over Dylan, only to see him reclining in his chair while staring at him calmly, even appearing as though he was anticipating a good show. He lowered his voice and replied, “No. I came here to look for you. Let’s go back.”

Sophia hadn’t yet finished her game, so she continued looking down at her cell phone. “Miss Bailey has left?”

“Yeah,” John answered. Then, he grew impatient and went over to her before tugging her up from the sofa by the wrist.

Sophia protested vehemently, “Wait! I haven’t worn my shoes yet. My shoes! Hey, John Constance, you’re such a…” Perhaps she’d wanted to curse him out, but she hurriedly ceased talking when she realized that this wasn’t the right place to do so. She withdrew her hand forcefully. “Let me wear my shoes. Why are you in such a hurry?”

John’s brows furrowed. I’m not in a hurry. I just don’t want other people from the Constance Family to come over and spot her here. While they appear all innocent and pure, they’re actually very much cunning. Thus, I don’t want them to see her and Dylan interacting so closely. Standing stock-still, he waited for her to put on her shoes before declaring, “Let’s go.”

Sophia followed him out of Dylan’s office, but she didn’t forget to turn back and look at Dylan when she reached the door. “I’m leaving. You must come when my new shop opens, okay? It’ll be my treat.”

corners of Dylan’s mouth lifted.

corridor. When Sophia came out, she cast several looks at him. Baffled, she asked

to worry. It’s just a video of a few seconds that can’t prove anything. The Constance Family is rich, so just hire some people to demand the full video in the comments,

even bother to look at him. Smacking her lips, she changed the subject. “But why did Miss Bailey leave so soon? That’s not quite right. I thought you two would have talked until you get off work at least.” After she’d said this, she chuckled. “Nonetheless, the picture of you working together with Miss

of his glass that was on the coffee table beside the sofa. It’s still where I placed it earlier, but he probably won’t touch it anymore. Thus, she went over to pick up the glass before walking straight to the trash can and tossing

it doesn’t seem appropriate for us to share. I’ll buy you another one someday.” However, John’s frown didn’t ease, and he seemed

the phone aside before addressing him again. “There’s still some time yet before you get off work. Why did you ask me to come back? Aren’t

a long while, John declared,

her eyes. “I’m very much alive, so can I possibly not make any

no longer responded to her. Sitting at his desk,

over to the window. She lay on the windowsill and looked down at her finger. It’s truly too plain, lacking an adornment of sorts. The diamond on the diamond ring back then was actually massive,

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