The Returning Ex

Although there weren’t many diners in the restaurant, it would be embarrassing to bicker in a public setting.

John had lowered his eyes as his gaze shifted toward the woman’s arm and furrowed his brows.

His facial features always had a cold aura—it probably had something to do with the usual deadpan expression he wore on a daily basis.

His knitted brows did not mean that he was furious, but it merely made him look like he was about to snap at any minute.

The woman pursed her lips, but did not loosen her grip. “President Constance, shall we head outside to talk? President McCaw is sincere about this collaboration and it’ll be hard for me to face him if our discussions do not turn out well.”

He scoffed and maintained his aloof expression. “How you’ll face him has nothing to do with me.”

She was taken aback by his words and did not know how to respond.

He gave his arm a jerk as he released it from the woman’s grasp before leaving the restaurant and headed toward the elevator. There wasn’t much that he needed to do and gave Zack an off day—in other words, it was a way of giving himself a break as well.

He had been busy for the past three months.

Between Old Mr. Constance’s passing and managing his funeral…

That, in itself, had been exhausting enough, but even after taking care of his funeral, he did not have enough time to rest and had to immediately return to work.

His employees even had the opportunity to take a long break due to the weekends, but not him. Yet, his collaboration with Infinity Group now seemed to be going down the drain.

He didn’t have any regrets, though; he was instead grateful to be able to take the chance to rest well.

The woman chased after him out of the restaurant, but she lacked the courage to follow him inside.

a hurt expression—one that

closed and John let

was strikingly similar to the

hair was also braided, which fell lazily on

him of Sophia, but it was undeniable that the latter was a lot more

not in the

elegant like

seen many women of different types before, but she was

pushed his thoughts away,

the elevator doors reopened, he returned to his

he stepped inside, his phone had received a notification—it was a

It was a photo.

of Sophia alone. The man who chatted her up the other

head tilted slightly upward while the man was looking fixedly at her from

gaze was as soft and tender

the message like he always did, but took his time and studied

her fair skin shone

tourist spot—there was a crowd in the

it for a while that John

a chair

beach was rather

it was a little jarring

in his seat and