The Returning Ex

Upon hearing that, John chuckled. “I don’t think we have any personal matters to speak of, Miss Bailey.” His remark was courteous, his tone pleasant, but the content was actually very callous.

On the other end, Isabelle was suddenly at a loss for words.

Putting down the document in his hand, John reclined against his chair. In a placid voice, he remarked, “I don’t think there are any personal entanglements between us save work, Miss Bailey.”

Isabelle slowly exhaled. “Have you listened to the voice message I sent yesterday, John?”

After a few seconds, John admitted it. “Yeah, I listened to it.”

He has listened to it, yet he said such a thing. Thus, Isabelle understood his stance on the matter. She then gave a bark of laughter. “You must think me comical, no, John?”

it, saying, “Not at

voice tinged with a hint of exasperation, Isabelle commented, “Sorry about that. It wasn’t deliberate on my part. I imbibed yesterday, so I kind of lost control of myself. If possible, I truly wish that you’d never find out about it.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, she implored, “Just pretend that you know nothing about

saying that it wouldn’t, John went silent. It seemed that he truly didn’t have anything

your work any longer. I’ll

slowly placed his cell phone on the table. Then, he truly resumed perusing documents as

wouldn’t be much of a reaction even if he knew that she had feelings for him. However, resentment blazed within her, and she just couldn’t help herself. She massaged her temples, her head feeling heavy from her excessive drinking last night. But that was secondary, for her heart

with her mug in hand. The moment she exited her office, she spotted her grandfather stepping

back to your work. You don’t

sight of Isabelle. Thus, Isabelle naturally couldn’t go to the pantry anymore. She hurried