The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia then stayed in John’s office for the rest of the day. This time, she was obedient to the letter and didn’t make any noise at all. John, however, was discomfited. Several times, the urge to look up and ascertain whether she was still in the office gripped him since there wasn’t a single sound from her.

Sophia didn’t budge from her spot by the window. At first, she stared at her finger, and later, she gazed out the window although there actually wasn’t much to see since she was very high above the ground.

John looked at her twice, but she remained silent and expressionless. This somewhat feels as though we’ve gone back in time. In the past, her presence didn’t quite register as well to the point that I couldn’t even sense her when we were in the same room at times. Feeling a touch unsettled, he quickly took out the documents he discussed with Isabelle and scrutinized them one by one until it was time to get off work.

He had to take Sophia to the banquet, so as soon as the clock struck, he left the office with her right away. Their eveningwear was in the car, so the two of them went to the designer’s place.

Over there, everyone was already waiting for them. The man in monk robes was standing before the dressing table, waiting for Sophia. After she sat down, the clinking of prayer beads once again sounded in her ear. The makeup and hairdo probably came easier to him this time, for he was done in a far shorter time. After Sophia was done glamming up, she changed into her clothes and shoes.

When she came out, the designer from back then came over with a tray that held a complete set of accessories—a necklace, ring, earrings, and bracelet—that were gleaming dazzlingly. Sophia was startled. “What is this?”

The designer smiled. “John picked them especially for you. Try them on.”

Sophia. While there’s a distinct theme for such an event, women who attend contend among themselves, comparing the worth of their jewelry and evening gowns. My attendance there is a reflection of John’s image, so he naturally can’t skimp. Thus, she took

“They match this evening

only involved hair styling and a change of clothes. At the end of the day, John was still who he was, looking all resplendent. He was on the phone when Sophia went over, but he then hung up upon seeing her. “We should leave now. They’ve already started.” It’s actually not late, but they unexpectedly started so

driver was already waiting outside. Makes sense. After all, he would have to drink when making small talk at an event such

banquet. I wonder what it’s like.” To this very day, the only large-scale event she’d ever attended was her own wedding. She was stupefied the entire time, at a loss as to how she should behave. Actually, she’d merely felt that she wasn’t worthy of John before the wedding and

There will be many people there, so

but my dearest Mr. Constance, have you forgotten that you’ve

looked at her. “So, are you

other. Now, however, I’m no longer afraid. Her mentality now was extremely

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