The Returning Ex

Sophia did not finish everything, but she did explain that she was still full from the meal she had earlier.

The girl did not mind. It looked like she had really given up on that shop.

After Sophia tidied up, she exited the shop and stood outside to look at it for a bit.

The entrance of that shop did look less attractive compared to its surroundings.

It was long overdue for a renovation.

But when she went in earlier and saw how carefree the shopkeeper was by herself, she suddenly started to envy her.

The girl had a place of her own to do what she loved.

When there were no customers, she could enjoy time to herself and not get interrupted by someone else.

Sophia also wanted a life like that.

She stared at the shop a little longer then turned to leave and returned to her house.

Her place was big enough and was in a prime location. It was a lot more comfortable to live there than at the Constance Residence.

She went through all the rooms once.

Perhaps she had been too uncomfortable at the Constance Residence that she suddenly liked the place now.

She figured she could redecorate it.

After taking a look downstairs, she came to a decision and went to the department store nearby.

Since she was rich now, she bought everything she wanted without a second thought.

the department store had almost everything she

entire afternoon shopping and did not find it troublesome

living room—a rocking chair and an

placed a huge yoga mat in the empty space

use it,

like a vase for the coffee table and a wind chime to hang

decorating for a bit, though she was tired, the house started to have a different

was her home

some fresh vegetables which she put in

kitchen had everything she needed. If she left the Constance Residence in the morning, she

enough to put

done, it was almost

cab and

the company, she went straight up to John’s office, but he was not in there. It looks like he went for

door to his

surprise, it was a woman

the moment

her without saying

smiled. “Mrs. Constance, I came to drop off a document for

smirk on her face.

on his table

of Sophia’s

the woman, but her voice

she and John got a

day, a

It must be her.

still lying on the