The Returning Ex

Upon turning around, John saw Sophia sitting in the car with an aggrieved look on her face. He roughly understood what she meant. After letting out a breath of air, he decided to go back to her to carry her out of the car, into the house, and straight to bed.

It was almost noon after all the commotion, but even if they were both hungry, it was nigh impossible for her to cook with an injury. She thus took out her phone while offering, “I’ll order some takeaway. What would you like to eat?”

While he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks as soon as Sophia said so. He then sat down on her bed before taking her phone from her. The choice of food on the takeaway app was similar to each other, so he handed her phone back after browsing through a few of them. “I’ll have someone bring us some food, so you don’t need to order these.”

She gave him a nod in response. “Okay.”

Remaining seated at his spot, he settled his gaze on the door as if hesitating on something. Sophia thus started a conversation with him. “I met Dylan a while ago, and he told me Uncle Owen will soon be celebrating his birthday. Do I need to show up during the occasion?”

to look at her.

her features. “There’s nothing special about the wording. All he did was told me that Uncle Owen’s birthday is coming soon, so they might

arched his brow.

Thus, she replied in an unfriendly manner, “Yeah. He told me that he wasn’t sure what would be a fitting present,

then stood before continuing, “Sophia, your relationship with Ian has nothing to do with me, but you cannot choose Dylan as your spouse. While you do have the right

divorce, as it would bring shame upon his family. The fact that both brothers within their family fell for the same woman would make it into the books regarding the history of the upper class

don’t need you to remind me about that. I’m not stupid.” She