The Returning Ex

Mrs. Constance had uttered such remarks in the past, so John truly didn’t want to listen anymore. He merely murmured an acknowledgment. “It’s late now, so you should sleep earlier. I’ve got to go since I still have something to do.”

Knowing that he was growing impatient, Mrs. Constance quickly went along with him. “Sure, sure, I will. We’ll talk next time since you’re busy.”

After hanging up the phone, John closed his eyes for a moment. There was a stringent feeling within him which he just couldn’t brush off. On his way back to his room, he walked past the study.

Sophia was still scratching her head inside, googling the questions that went over her head, but she just couldn’t understand the explanation given by Google at times. The door to the study was opened, and she sat before the computer, groaning softly from time to time.

John had instinctively walked over, but he retreated on second thought. Leaning against the door frame, he stared at Sophia who had changed into another set of clothes, sitting cross-legged on the chair as she stared at the computer screen with great resentment. Mrs. Constance’s words on the phone earlier flashed across John’s mind, and his mind automatically supplied him with Isabelle’s image. His gaze darkened.

walked in.

snapped back before her expression fell. “This stuff is exceedingly difficult to

test questions. These questions weren’t all that difficult, but perhaps Sophia had trouble understanding out of the blue since she’d never

nodded slowly. “Don’t go first. Wait a moment, for

on it. He actually had quite a high alcohol tolerance, so

he was awakened by Mrs. Constance’s knock on the door, he even glanced at her when he got out of bed, noticing that her bare body was littered with black and blue bruises as though she’d been beaten up, looking rather pitiful indeed. For a brief moment, he was upset, knowing that he’d been far too

on her body now, he could still remember how frenzied he’d been that night. He hurriedly averted his gaze,

patient tonight, and he only stood up when Sophia yawned, making it clear that it was past her

“Thank