The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia understood that John was intentionally blocking her way. Still, she thought that he would go away soon. After all, he had to go to work. Unexpectedly, after a while, John was on his next cigarette, but he still never gave Sophia’s car a glance.

Turning around, the chauffeur said, “Miss Gwendolyn, I think Young Master is waiting for you.”

Of course, Sophia knew that as well. After giving it a thought, she opened the door and went over. Upon a closer look, she realized there were already many cigarette butts beside his car. Without smoking the cigarette, John simply let it burn on its own.

Standing on the side, Sophia demanded, “John, let me pass.”

John slowly cocked his head. “Why did you come to my house?”

His words upset Sophia. If it weren’t for Old Mrs. Constance, she wouldn’t have been willing to come over. With a long face, she assured, “Don’t worry. It’s my last time coming here. I won’t come here again.”

John snorted and moved his car to the side. Just when Sophia turned around and wanted to get into her car, John said, “Come here.”

Ignoring him, Sophia went over to her car and opened the door. Before she could even enter the car, John childishly drove the car back to the middle of the road. Great. Smiling, Sophia slammed the door and walked toward his car.

“Get into the passenger’s seat,” John demanded.

her fury, she opened the door and slumped into the passenger’s seat. Finally pleased, John stepped

kept her silence, but she

and examined Sophia, whom he hadn’t met for a few days. Sophia had gotten her hair dyed and

smiled. “It seems that

impassive expression, Sophia turned to him. “That has nothing

we were married previously, I can only be relieved when you’re

I have

were pressed into a line. “Right. I

go. Send me back quickly; we both

the gas pedal and harped on the same topic, asking, “Have you always been fond

leaned against the seat. “Stop talking about me. Let’s talk about you and Isabelle. You guys are getting along well, right? I’ve seen

the journalists didn’t claim that they were a couple,

eyebrow. “I didn’t expect that you’d still read news about me.

fixedly at the road. “I don’t follow news about you. It’s just hard not to

if John never spoke to her in

her as he clenched the steering wheel and stared into

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