The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John waited for a while before taking Sophia’s hand, pinching the ring on her finger and moving it a little. The ring was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it.

He carelessly grunted an agreement, and with that, he had finally taken Sophia’s side. Upon hearing that, she flashed a smile that was brighter than before.

John scanned her face. He was very aware of all the emotions hidden behind her smiling expression.

This young lady had stopped putting up with everyone, not caring who she was talking to.

Elder Mr. Bailey grabbed his teacup and took a sip in silence. William was good at reading the atmosphere, which was starting to get awkward. To smooth things out, he engaged Old Mr. Bailey in a discussion about the current market and economic trends.

In recent times, more small enterprises had risen, which led to market saturation. It remained to be seen whether these companies would survive and outlast each other.

Old Mr. Bailey nodded in agreement. “Yes. That’s why our companies have to work together for a win-win situation.”

William nodded at him. “Yes. I hope that our cooperation goes smoothly.”

Isabelle had been silent for the entire time with a teacup in her hands. Instead of staring at John and Sophia, she fixed her eyes on the teapot above the table.

Sophia silently smirked. That is it! Isabelle has finally understood the situation.

line in situations where Sophia was

the waiter served the dishes, the men started to pour drinks for

not share her juice, downing the liquid all at

until nobody was paying attention to her and hurriedly slipped out. After taking a

not many distinguished guests like them

at the basin. Isabelle washed her

to wash her hands. However, she did address Isabelle. “Why? Finding it hard to fit into the conversation?

reflection in the mirror. Sophia

sneered, “Fitting in is not a

Isabelle was referring to the Bailey Family business or John Constance, Sophia still nodded. “Some words should not be said easily. You have a younger brother, don’t you? What will be yours? In

in front of the mirror. The movement of her hair had exposed something previously hidden

sight made Isabelle freeze, so she turned around to look at Sophia. More precisely, she was staring at

too obvious, but one could not tell where the mark had started from. It traveled all the way from

hickeys, Sophia lifted the collar of her shirt. Isabelle turned around slightly to look at the latter with

on as Sophia’s reflection moved away and out of the washroom. A long pause later, she lost control

room while humming a

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