The Returning Ex

Sophia swept her gaze over the entire area around them, but she didn’t see Old Mr. Bailey. So, the two of them have been chatting here alone? He’s so engrossed in the conversation that he forgot about my existence, huh? Great, just great. Good job, John Constance.

She stared at them for some time, noticing that they were chatting happily away. After all, Isabelle wore a perpetual smile that appeared lovely. Isabelle was wearing a bright red long dress now, the dress rendering her all the more alluring since she was naturally tall and slender. From the looks of her, probably no man will be able to refuse her.

Sophia rolled her eyes. Then, she turned her gaze to John. He’s smiling as well. He actually seldom smiled, and even if he did occasionally, it was just a faint smile. Thus, it was blatantly obvious that he was truly happy now. Snorting mildly, Sophia then turned around and left.

There were a few small trees, slightly low yet lush, and there was even a bench under one of the trees. No one was around, so Sophia went over and sat down before slipping off her shoes. Nevertheless, she wasn’t in a hurry to put on the Band-Air, merely sitting there barefooted. She sighed lightly. Since she hadn’t eaten dinner and had just taken some snacks at the buffet area earlier, her stomach felt rather unsettled.

Lifting her head, she gazed up at the sky. The sky in the city is always foggy as though blanketed by a layer of some sort. She rested her arms on the back of the bench, resentment written all over her face while no one was here to see. She’s just lucky enough to be born into a family with a good background.

you so conceited? As she thought about it, the chagrin within her grew, so she drew her leg back and kicked

aside all decorum, she leaned back against the bench, sprawled out as she listened to the noises that drifted over from

while before lifting her head and gazing up at the sky. I’m actually feeling drowsy in my contentment, perhaps because I didn’t have a good nap

likely. Could she have gone in search of food?” Her voice had always been

the other hand, was slightly panicked.

the matter for a moment. John Constance,

around the entire place, but he didn’t see Sophia. Worry swamped him. She’s never been to such a place, so who knows where she might have wandered off to? Unsettled, he headed to

around, yakking endlessly. “Miss Gwendolyn isn’t a child, so she