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.

fall in line in situations where

the waiter served the dishes, the men started to pour

she did not share her juice, downing the liquid all

out. After taking a left turn, she found the washroom a few steps

all, not many distinguished guests

using the toilet, she came out to find Isabelle standing at the basin.

hands. However, she did address Isabelle. “Why? Finding it hard to

at Sophia’s reflection in the mirror.

in is not a problem. Sooner or later,

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

washing her hands and briefly tidied her hair in front of the mirror. The movement of her

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

could not tell where the mark had started from. It traveled all the way from her nape to the back of

turned around slightly to

and out of the washroom. A long pause later, she lost control

reserved dining room while humming a tune. Elder Mr. Bailey

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