The Returning Ex

Not knowing what she had sent, John decided to ignore it and placed his phone back on top of the bedside table.

At that, John wondered why did she even bother to send a message this late?

Hugging Sophia in his arms, he fell asleep again.

Meanwhile, Isabelle held onto her phone tightly, but still, she had yet to receive a reply from John.

Gazing at the time, Isabelle figured it wasn’t that late. Besides, judging from John’s current position, he got caught up with work so often, he rarely got the chance to go to bed early.

Looking down at her phone, Isabelle was contemplating whether to resend another message, just in case.

She hadn’t been in contact with John for the longest time ever. Initially, she thought of giving him the brushoff for a short period of time because she was too clingy toward him.

However, after giving the cold treatment, it indirectly gave John and Sophia a chance to be close with one another.

As of now, even Matilda and Sophia got along really well together to an extent, Isabelle felt she had missed out so much.

Thus, she felt really worried these few days and intended to do something, but didn’t know where to start.

waiting for a little while longer, Isabelle put down her phone and turned to walk out

she got downstairs, she took out a bottle of red wine,

the stairs up to the first floor, Elder Mr. Bailey coincidentally walked out of his

of red wine she carried with her.

what else to say to comfort

as she bowed

took a few mouthfuls

how did it slip away in a blink

this passive, and should

seek the chance

about it,

up her phone, the screen showed the WhatsApp

the influence of alcohol, Isabelle recorded a voice message and said, “John, can’t you tell

she threw her phone aside without

John heard his phone vibrate, but he could care less because Sophia had turned around and

for her to find a comfortable spot. Holding her back into his