The Returning Ex

Sophia had thought she got something great, but it turned out to be a bomb.

Standing up from the sofa, Dylan said. “I know too little, so I won’t talk further with all of you here. Please, carry on. We young ones shall go and chat for a while outside.”

While walking around the couch, he looked at Sophia. “Let’s go for a walk?”

Sophia hurriedly nodded and walked toward the door. When she passed by John, she raised her eyebrows at him. “Let’s go for a walk?”

John hummed in agreement, then glanced at Isabelle who smilingly agreed, “Sure”.

When the four of them came out of the main building, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. “John is right. It’s terrible to sit there and talk to them about the company. It gave me a bad headache.”

Sophia laughed. “That’s because you’re more capable than them. If I’m the one talking to them, I will give them a headache instead.”

John couldn’t really understand this kind of self-deprecating joke, so he simply watched as Dylan and Sophia laughed together.

That uncomfortable feeling rose up in him again.

As Isabelle walked over to John, she whispered to him, “Miss Gwendolyn and Dylan seem to get along pretty well.”

John sneered and said indifferently, “So what if they get along? He has missed the chance, and there’s no turning back.”

ahead of them. Hearing that,

it, Sophia looked back at John with a frown and said in disgust, “What are you talking about? Are you

humor, John went along with what Sophia said. “Perhaps I was infected by you after drinking

afraid of

of my saliva, and you were

and Dylan’s

topic was a bit inappropriate after

all. “You’re right. Maybe I had plenty of it

She turned back and then

his mouth upward, John put his hands in his

no reply from Dylan this

too didn’t speak

were meant for John and Sophia, but those two

felt a little

went to the

were fruits and a tea kettle on the table where they were

probably brought by

hurried over and took a grape, which she stuffed into