The Returning Ex

She thought that the man would only return after fooling around again.

Stretching her limbs, Sophia walked out from the study room.

However, instead of returning to her room, she went downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Young Master Owen’s birthday was coming soon and the tea set was still placed in the living room.

It would be a hassle to move all of them to the Constance Residence later on.

Sophia loitered downstairs for a moment before heading upstairs again.

While she was walking in the corridor, she stared at John’s room. However, the door was shut and she couldn’t see anything.

Sophia harrumphed before turning around and entered her room.

For some reason beyond Sophia’s understanding, the two of them had somewhat started a cold war.

To be honest, John didn’t really understand it as well.

However, he just didn’t feel good. He felt something was amiss no matter what he did.

Young Master Owen’s birthday fell on a weekend. John got up early on the day as he wanted to get back to the Constance Residence earlier.

a surprise for him to see Sophia cooking when

the staircase,

suddenly flared up without

to act as a loving couple with Sophia in front

went down and sat next to the couch. “Let’s go back to the

give John a look, Sophia said, “You should head there

would be boring if she had gone earlier to spend the rest of her day

stared at Sophia for a few

he turned around and

continued preparing her breakfast. After that, she hummed as she took her meal to the

table while she scrolled through the tabloid. There

she went to look at the finance segment. Yep. It

reported that after the collaboration between the Bailey Family and the Constance Family, they tried to get into touch with the Third Young Lady Jefferson. It seemed that they wanted to

interesting. Sophia had previously mentioned that the Bailey Family wouldn’t get into contact with

be a purpose

trying to set

got into the company, the Bailey Family had been doing their best to remove

wanted to pave the way for

been nice to have

pouted. While others had nice fathers, her father could hardly give