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.

longer, Isabelle put down her phone

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

Mr. Bailey coincidentally walked out of his room. Surprised to see her,

red wine she carried with her. With a heavy sigh, he immediately got the

else to say to comfort

as she

a glass with her, Isabelle took a few mouthfuls directly

she had the chance, but how did it slip away in a blink

have listened to what others had to say, shouldn’t be this passive, and should have seized every opportunity to

to seek the chance to meet with him often

it,

her phone, the screen

a voice message

sending the voice message, she threw her phone aside without anticipating

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 arms, they enjoyed a goodnight sleep