The Returning Ex

Upon hearing that question, John was noticeably startled. His brows creased deeply, and his expression turned severe. Surprisingly, Zack wasn’t afraid this time. He remained staring at John. “Boss, do you have feelings for Miss Bailey?”

John’s expression grew frosty. “Leave.” When he noticed that Zack didn’t move, he warned, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Zack pursed his lips. He knew that he’d somewhat pissed John off, but still, he muttered, “It’s a yes or no question. What’s there to be chagrined about?” After saying this, he pivoted and left.

When he’d left and closed the door behind him, John shoved the mouse away irritably. Do I have feelings for Isabelle Bailey? I’ve actually never considered this question. As for whether I’ve ever considered taking my relationship with her further… I did. Since she got along well with Mom, I’d indeed wondered whether I should just marry her. If I marry her, the house will be harmonious and peaceful in the future. Meanwhile, I can concentrate on my career outside.

He leaned back against his chair. But… But… He smacked his lips. Now that he was contemplating this problem, he was feeling inexplicably perturbed yet couldn’t figure out the reason. He could even picture the look on Sophia’s face if he truly got together with Isabelle. Disdain? Contempt? Or perhaps she’d merely smile faintly, looking as though she’d expected it to happen. He felt discomfited at such a thought, unsettled from head to toe and inside out.

about an hour before leaving. John wasn’t quite interested in inquiring about the discussion since they couldn’t have possibly just shot the breeze with such an imposing entourage. If it involved work, then William and the others could

break. After mulling

hands dirty. She bought two flower racks that now stood proudly in the yard and was now placing flower pots on them. She wore an apron and had

didn’t even know, having bought them as long as they appealed to her. The proprietor probably hadn’t seen such a big spender like her in a long time, for he even gave her a few pots for free. Over the moon, she was particularly enthusiastic as she fluttered around the yard that she

while from the gate before walking

over her shoulder, Sophia spotted him. She even flashed him a smile, in high

which were rare breeds. Nodding,

unfazed. “If they wither, I’ll just throw them away and