The Returning Ex

Sophia then stayed in John’s office for the rest of the day. This time, she was obedient to the letter and didn’t make any noise at all. John, however, was discomfited. Several times, the urge to look up and ascertain whether she was still in the office gripped him since there wasn’t a single sound from her.

Sophia didn’t budge from her spot by the window. At first, she stared at her finger, and later, she gazed out the window although there actually wasn’t much to see since she was very high above the ground.

John looked at her twice, but she remained silent and expressionless. This somewhat feels as though we’ve gone back in time. In the past, her presence didn’t quite register as well to the point that I couldn’t even sense her when we were in the same room at times. Feeling a touch unsettled, he quickly took out the documents he discussed with Isabelle and scrutinized them one by one until it was time to get off work.

He had to take Sophia to the banquet, so as soon as the clock struck, he left the office with her right away. Their eveningwear was in the car, so the two of them went to the designer’s place.

Over there, everyone was already waiting for them. The man in monk robes was standing before the dressing table, waiting for Sophia. After she sat down, the clinking of prayer beads once again sounded in her ear. The makeup and hairdo probably came easier to him this time, for he was done in a far shorter time. After Sophia was done glamming up, she changed into her clothes and shoes.

then came over with a tray that held a complete set of accessories—a

designer smiled. “John picked them especially for you. Try

theme for such an event, women who attend contend among themselves, comparing the worth of their jewelry and evening gowns. My attendance there is a reflection of John’s image, so he naturally can’t skimp. Thus, she took them and put them on by

“They match this evening gown

was still who he was, looking all resplendent. He was on the phone when Sophia went over, but he then hung up upon seeing her. “We should leave now. They’ve already started.” It’s actually not late, but they unexpectedly started so

a driver was already waiting outside. Makes sense. After all, he would have to drink when making small talk

that she wasn’t worthy of John before the wedding and didn’t consider anything else, but that wedding was like a magic mirror, finally waking her up to the gravity of familial background and status to a person, changing her horizons and adaptability accordingly. She’d never