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.

stopped outside the elevator, bearing a hurt expression—one

and John let out a long

dressed was strikingly similar to the outfit that Sophia had worn

woman’s hair was also braided, which fell lazily

was undeniable

the traditional or stereotypical beauty

elegant like

had seen many women of different types before, but she was one of

quickly pushed his thoughts away, unsure of where it was

reopened, he

stepped inside, his phone had received a

It was a photo.

man who chatted her

the far distance with her head tilted slightly upward

as soft and

not immediately delete the message like he always did, but took his time

and her fair skin shone like a reflective pearl

seemed like they were at a tourist

was after staring at it for

a chair to

beach was rather

it was a little jarring

back in his seat and closed