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.”

two steps ahead of them.

back at John with a frown

someone without a sense of humor, John went along with what Sophia said. “Perhaps I was infected by you after drinking your

afraid of this kind

of my saliva, and you were fine before. Yet today you’ve

and Dylan’s expressions

a bit inappropriate

right. Maybe I had plenty

back

hands in his pockets

no reply from

didn’t speak

John and Sophia, but those two looked very calm

the other two felt a little

to the

and a tea kettle on the table where they were

by the

a grape, which she stuffed into her