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.

while longer, Isabelle put down

downstairs, she took out a bottle of red

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

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

else to say to

as she bowed her head

her, Isabelle took

how did it slip away in a

what others had to say, shouldn’t be this passive,

them, so she really had to seek the chance to meet with him often to cultivate their relationship. Otherwise, how would

it, the more bitter

her phone, the screen

influence of alcohol, Isabelle recorded a voice message

message, she threw her phone aside without anticipating a reply from

less because

for her to find a comfortable spot. Holding her back into his arms, they enjoyed a goodnight