The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

However, as John held the fork and knife in hand, he didn’t start eating even after a long time had passed. Old Mrs. Constance wasn’t used to the food, so she had the kitchen prepare some porridge. Meanwhile, William had steak and salad as well since such food with a fixed quantity made for both a simple and nutritious meal.

At times, their interests and preferences coincided since they were both people who disliked going to any trouble. After looking at the food for a long while, John put down his fork and knife.

Beside him, Old Mrs. Constance was startled. Looking at him, she said, “What’s wrong, John? Do you not have an appetite? Even if you’ve got no appetite now, you’ve still got to eat some.”

John chuckled. “No, I just want to go upstairs and take a shower. I’m really rather tired today, so just have the kitchen cook some noodles for me and bring it up later.”

Old Mrs. Constance scrutinized him for a long while before she finally nodded. “Alright. Go on up. I’ll have the kitchen prepare some noodles right away.”

Getting to his feet, John inclined his head at William before turning and leaving the dining room.

After he’d left, Old Mrs. Constance sighed. “I’m warning you to just ignore Matilda if she calls and asks you to pick her up. Don’t bother with her. I’m truly growing increasingly irate the more I turn this matter over in my mind.”

William nodded. “Got it. Actually, I saw her today, and she didn’t mention coming back.”

shot him a glare. “You went over to the

her about Matilda having been beaten up by Sophia earlier. He didn’t know how the entire event unfolded, so he merely described how pathetic Matilda looked when he saw

when he sensed that she was elated

back at all, snorting instead. “I’m getting up in years, so such is my temperament. To tell you the truth, if I

were the ones who chose this wife for me

past wasn’t such a shrew. While she was a bit wilful, she was educated and gracious. I have no idea why she’s

were silent for a

divorce agreement. Sophia’s signature on the divorce

I had a different impression of her. I thought she’d at least be a tad reluctant or perhaps sad, but I

on the dot the day we got divorced, wearing a faint smile throughout the entire process of procuring a divorce certificate. He’d seen her divorce certificate, and her smile was slightly mischievous in the photo. I can’t dwell on

knocked on the door, holding a bowl of noodles. John opened the door, upon which the servant carried the

The noodles she cooked for me included beef, egg, and vegetables, but there’s only an egg

and took out his cell phone instead. Sophia didn’t accept his friend request on Facebook, but he could still view her Facebook account. After going to

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