The Returning Ex

From the beginning to the end, John didn’t show much astonishment or surprise at Sophia’s appearance, so despite the two people praising her to the skies at the side, she merely felt that it was passable. I probably won’t stand out at a party filled with stunning beauties.

After scrutinizing herself from head to toe and finding no flaws, Sophia then changed back into her clothes, leaving the makeup to be removed at home later. I wonder how much this evening gown costs. Ah, no matter. It’s not my money anyway.

When she’d packed the shoes as well, John took them over to the car. Meanwhile, Sophia got into the car after bidding the two people farewell. “I’m starving.”

While putting on his seatbelt, John suggested, “Let’s dine out.” It’s so late now. If we’re to go home and cook now, it might be a while yet before we get to eat.

Sophia was actually feeling lazy, so she nodded. “Sure.”

The car drove toward the city center. At this time, the nightlife had just begun, so traffic was rather heavy, forcing John to drive relatively slower. “What do you want to eat?”

picky. Let’s just eat whatever you

instantly jogged over as

steered Sophia into the restaurant. He had his

steps when the door of a private room at the side swung open. It was a server coming out with tea, leaving the door wide open. With a casual glance, Sophia spotted the people in

today had to be of the Bailey Family as well. In the blink of an eye, John had

him after exiting, but Isabelle blurted, “Wait!” Nonetheless, one couldn’t be certain

short and opened the door. “Yes? Is there

taken several strides forward while the server was about to close the door. Coming over, Isabelle stood

out and took his arm. Halting, John