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.

fury, she opened the door and slumped into the passenger’s seat. Finally pleased, John stepped on the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel. The car

kept her silence,

slow down the car. Stopping by the traffic light, he cocked his head and examined Sophia, whom he hadn’t met for a few days. Sophia had gotten her hair dyed and permed, which made her look more charming

that you’re happy with

him. “That has nothing to do with

you. Since we were married previously, I can only be relieved when

I have

were pressed into a

me back quickly; we both can be relieved of

on the same topic, asking, “Have you always been fond of Ian? I just didn’t get it in the

leaned against the seat. “Stop talking about me. Let’s talk about you and Isabelle. You

few times, the journalists didn’t claim that they were a couple, as they only met up for

read news about me. It seems that you still

“I don’t follow news about you. It’s just hard not to see you in the

couldn’t have a chat peacefully at the moment. Even if John never spoke to her in such an odd way, she also couldn’t control her urge to

took a look at her as he clenched the

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