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 engagement called off was one thing, but the other thing was probably the fact that the socialite, Young Lady Isabelle Bailey, actually lost to someone of her background. Thus, it was indeed degrading to Old

up. She merely continued eating while sitting down. I don’t know these people, so why

have practiced smiling in front of a mirror to achieve such

our families, so I hope that you’ll take

Sophia, disdain written all over his face. Hah, rich people are just pompous, feeling as though they’re superior to others and acting as though they’re not human just because they have a pretty penny. Sophia didn’t even spare the

relish, the sounds so loud that they were difficult to ignore. John merely lowered his eyes and

Isabelle greeted, “Hello,

at all understanding her meaning. Tossing the crab leg shell onto the table, Sophia took a tissue

John, her expression slightly sultry