The Returning Ex

The speed of service here was very quick, for it felt as though only moments had passed before the server started serving the dishes. John ordered a lot of dishes, taking up half the table despite it being just the two of them.

Sophia had long since waited with her cutlery ready, so she took the first bite. Then, she mumbled, “Why did you order so much food? Are you in a bad mood?”

John scoffed. “I thought this is your preference.”

Sophia was taken aback before she remembered that she ordered a feast the day she got divorced from him in a deliberate attempt to vent. Actually, she only wanted to upset him, but that was, in fact, the happiest day for a person who didn’t love his spouse. Thus, nothing she did worked in ruining his mood. She said nothing, merely ate with her head lowered.

Just after John had finished smoking his cigarette, the door of the private room was opened. However, it wasn’t just Isabelle who came in, for she was accompanied by another man. Raising her eyes, Sophia stole a glance. This man isn’t Elder Mr. Bailey, so he must be Old Mr. Bailey.

John stood up. “Old Mr. Bailey.” Old Mr. Bailey’s expression was rather dour, and he was wearing a long face. Truthfully speaking, Sophia could understand. After all, it was said that he blew his gasket when John went over personally to break off the engagement.

the other thing was probably the fact that the socialite, Young Lady Isabelle Bailey, actually lost to someone of her background. Thus,

down. I don’t know these people, so why

beside Old Mr. Bailey with a faint smile on her face. Sophia thought, She must have practiced smiling in

came over to greet you since I saw you. There’ll be inevitable contact between us considering the collaboration between our families, so I hope that you’ll take it easy on me in the future, Mr. Constance.” Inevitable

though they’re superior to others and acting as

crabs on the table, so she broke off a crab leg and ate with relish, the sounds so loud that they were difficult to ignore. John merely lowered his eyes and glanced at her without saying anything. Old

Isabelle greeted, “Hello, Miss

Both Isabelle and Old Mr. Bailey startled, not at all understanding her meaning. Tossing

her expression slightly sultry even as her voice softened. “Isn’t that right,