The Returning Ex

Why am I just feeling perturbed for no reason? Sophia clutched her hair. Actually, I am feeling famished. I was already a bit hungry after rolling in the hay with him last night, but my drowsiness was more prevalent then. After washing up for a bit, she then hurried downstairs and cooked some noodles.

When she sat down to eat, she scrolled her cell phone, only to see a news report in the finance section about the official collaboration between the Constance and Bailey Family.

It was said that the two companies signed the contract today, and Elder Mr. Bailey even brought Old Mr. Bailey as well as some higher management personnel to Constance Company to effectuate the signing of the contract.

Few people read the finance section, so the comments underneath were sparse. Surprisingly, however, a few comments were all about John and Isabelle. Those comments brought up the fact that John and Isabelle were engaged in the past, but Sophia inexplicably cut in midway.

Sophia scanned the comments to find that they were all basically saying that perhaps Isabelle and John were a better match since the two of them were equals in terms of status, education, and breeding, thus a match made in heaven. Also, they mentioned the possibility of a reconciliation between John and Isabelle since the Constance and Bailey Family chose to collaborate despite the delicate relationship between the two.

I’ll never believe that these comments have nothing to do with Isabelle Bailey! They can’t possibly be organic without having been paid for considering their

the page. Fortunately, not many people read such news, so these comments can’t gain traction. They’ll just give Isabelle Bailey a

although she herself wasn’t quite certain whether she was irked with John or Isabelle. After turning it over in her mind, she went upstairs and changed. As the marks on her neck were truly too obvious, she put on a dress with lace at the collar to somewhat conceal them a

receptionist recognized her, thus greeted her with a smile and allowed her to go up without stopping her. Hence, Sophia went up. After all, the news report she’d read earlier had just been published a short while ago. Humming as she stepped

time, John was in his office, wrapped up in work. Sophia pushed open the door and walked in. Still a tad discomfited, she

momentarily startled. “Why are

by to visit you,” Sophia