The Returning Ex

John stopped talking again.

Sophia knew that he did not like noise, so she just sat quietly at the side.

She did not look at her phone either and just sat there aimlessly.

He started to get busy and was all over the place.

One moment he had his subordinate organize all the documents again, and the next moment he was out giving orders.

It was just like in the past where he completely neglected her.

Not long after she sat down on the sofa, she started to yawn.

There was a lounge room inside of John‘s office where he would occasionally take naps at noon.

But the lounge room was closed, so she had no idea what was behind that door.

Initially, she wanted to lie on the sofa and sleep for a bit, but she felt like it might cross the line.

She knew that her sleeping habits were not too flattering.

While he was over there working tirelessly, it was not too appropriate for her to be sprawled out here asleep.

Hence, she just fidgeted on the sofa for a while.

In the end, she leaned against the corner of the sofa while hugging a blanket and fell asleep.

while before he was finally able

looked up, he saw her sleeping

sleeping position looked

up into a ball in the

with, being curled

slowly stood up and went to stand by the

did not notice anything and

a sigh and bent over to gently lift her

opened but she was still

her arm over his neck and buried herself

lounge room where he placed her

her back toward him and hugged the blanket at

but it did not reveal

help

stood back upright, she started to

her words. It was

said, “John, why did I meet

stared at her

how he came to meet her

not shown up in his life,

Isabelle. Although I was never close to her, I think she would make a good wife. Mom also likes her, so they would have gotten along very well. We would have had a smooth married life together. By now, we

conflicted after thinking

today, he felt a