The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John looked apathetically at Mrs. Constance who was now seated on the couch while everything which had been on the coffee table moments ago was strewn all around the room. The servants didn’t dare to tidy it up because she didn’t allow them to.

However, William was also a part of the reason this happened because he had been too tolerant all these years. He probably thought that Mrs. Constance was just throwing a small tantrum and wouldn’t cause any huge trouble out of it, so it was alright to let her go about her unreasonable ways.

Despite that, humans were smart creatures who knew how to test the limits of others. Since William kept giving in, Mrs. Constance took it for granted and thought that he would never blame her no matter what she did.

After wailing for a long time, Mrs. Constance turned and was surprised when she saw John. Pouting her lips, her eyes welled up with tears again as she cried, “You’re back, John.”

Almost immediately, John could clearly see the palm print on her left cheek and his heart wrenched at the sight of it although he was mad at her.

When she took the pictures secretly and sent it to the media, she never thought how much her actions would affect him.

“You’re the one who took the pictures?” he asked, pacing toward her.

Pursing her lips, she nodded and explained, “I thought that if I helped you announce this publicly, then the photographs of you and Belle will be anything but scandalous, and there won’t be any problems at all.”

What a simpleton, John sighed and sat next to her on the couch. “Tell me honestly, whom did you send the photographs to?”

before saying, “I sent it to Belle because she was also implicated in this issue, so I sent it to her to console her. I wanted to let her know that

into laughter. Even now, she didn’t see anything wrong with her actions and

though she had been wailing and crying for such

going upstairs to

are you mad at me as well? I only did this for your own good since you don’t like Sophia and won’t be together with her anyway. By announcing

stared at her for a long while before saying, “For my own good?” He let out a chuckle and continued, “What if I really

her some time to recover and said, “That’s impossible. How could you possibly

don’t care about what I want. Did you choose Isabelle because you think I’ll like her, or

eyes widened and she was speechless. Casting her a look,

while Old Mrs. Constance had already

closed door, but there was no sound from the inside. So, he said,

then did the door open, and William said with a tired look, “You

driven him to the

can’t be sure

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter