The Returning Ex

Fortunately, John wasn’t going to blame them. Instead, he nodded and said, “Well, if you ever receive any gift that looks big and expensive again, don’t turn them down. Just get Zack.”

The two receptionists nervously responded with a nod. “Yes, understood.”

Then, John turned around and walked toward the elevator to return to his office upstairs, where he saw a stack of files on his desk. Upon taking a glance at them, he supposed they were from Isabelle. After that, he proceeded to skim through the papers for a bit before putting them aside, as he was getting a little sleepy due to his hefty lunch. Hmm. I rarely feel so sleepy at this time.

Soon, John massaged his brow ridge and leaned on the chair for a few minutes when his office door was suddenly opened. The next moment, he was greeted by Dylan, who came in with a document in his hand, which he needed John to sign on. As he took over the papers, he directly asked, “Do you have any blind dates tonight?”

Dylan paused and said, “Yup.”

smile while signing on the document’s last page. “I wish you

at his cousin and replied, “Nah! It’s just for show, man! I’m never a believer in matchmaking.” Nevertheless, he soon smiled faintly and added, “Anyway, I’ll just wait and see how things

was greeted by Matilda, who was standing in the lobby. Nonetheless, the sight of his own mother didn’t put a smile on his face when he recalled what she did earlier. Meanwhile, Matilda looked

here the whole day. I thought you were only going to leave at midnight. How can you not be concerned about your health, my boy? You need to rest when it’s time to rest. It’s getting late now, and you should’ve

are you here?” John stared at

John’s arms and let out a sigh. “When I passed by this place, I figured I should drop by at that moment since it was about time for everyone to leave work, but as I approached the receptionists, I was told that you hadn’t left. So, I decided to wait here, although I didn’t expect it to take so long.”

to be happy with me lately. They wouldn’t give me a break even when we sat down together for a meal, and I’m really tired of their lecture. Thus, I don’t feel like eating at home. I’m miserable enough, so why can’t they stop complaining about me and start thinking from

John swallowed his words that were already forming at the tip of his tongue. Nonetheless, he knew Matilda’s