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.

for a while before he was finally able to hand over his

looked up, he saw her sleeping

position looked rather

up into a ball in the corner of the

and frail to start with, being curled up

stood up and went to stand by the

not notice anything and continued sleeping with her

sigh

opened but she was

neck and buried

to the lounge room where he placed her down

her back toward him and hugged the blanket at

up slightly, but it did not reveal too

to help her

he stood back upright, she started

was unclear whether she

said, “John, why

stared at her

know how he came to

in his life, his life would have

would have followed through with the engagement and married 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

felt conflicted after

situation today, he felt a