The Returning Ex

Only then did she release him and got into the car with John.

Suddenly, John shot him an angry stare, but he merely had a nonchalant look on his face with his hands in his pockets, which made John even angrier.

When the car left the place, Sophia let out a deep, long sigh. “I don’t know why, but I feel sorry toward him.”

“Why should you be sorry? He’s doing much better than you think,” John said coldly. “Also, why did you hug him? Your husband is right there next to you, but you went and hugged another man. You really don’t take me seriously at all, do you?”

There he goes again. Sophia was exasperated. She didn’t want to get into an argument with him because he had nagged at her nonstop earlier on their way here, saying that she was only coming to meet Ian and wasn’t caring about himself.

His nonsense was piling up so much recently that she could no longer be bothered with him.

car window, and even though she didn’t say a word, John was

that she was disregarding him more and more, and he could clearly feel that she

almost cracked her up as she thought that only women were capable of saying such things.

young master of the Constance Family

because he had been staying at home too long that it affected his intelligence? Sophia pondered with her eyes closed. But she could only shut her eyes and not

if she would have to spend her old age in John’s naggings. It was actually

the corner of the couch with a laptop on his lap, furrowing his brows slightly as he kept his eyes

a very peaceful

a stop at the doorsteps. After a short moment of hesitation, she took out her cell phone and took a picture of the

noises, Matilda spun her head toward her and exclaimed, “You’re back! I was just saying that you should be home just about now. You’re now not physically fit to spend the night too long with the rest