The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 21

After Zack’s departure, the room fell into silence for a while. Sophia didn’t feel like talking, while John

was a man of few words. She tried to read some entertainment news on her phone, but it was

impossible. She felt skittish when John didn’t appear, but when he did, for some reason, she got more

nervous.

This was a frustrating feeling, for it was just like when they were married. She would long for his return,

but when he did, she pretended not to care. This is one annoying feeling. After turning things over in Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

her mind, she put her phone down. “Thank you for what you did last night,” she said.

“I would have done it no matter who it was.” John glanced at her.

Sophia nodded. “I still want to thank you. I—”

Before she could finish, his phone rang. John looked at it and stood up. “Rest up. I’ll need to take this.”

Sophia grunted and looked outside, but after he left the room, she looked back. A moment later, she

went to the room’s doorstep. The door was ajar, and John was taking the call right outside. She

couldn’t hear who the caller was, but John’s voice was audible.

John said, “Yeah. I need to stay here for a bit. Something came up.” The caller then said something,

much to John’s curiosity. “Isabelle? I’ll handle it once I return.”

Sophia froze. She might not have seen who Isabelle was, but she’d heard mention of her name

frequently. All of the naysayers in the Constance household would mention this name every time they

gossiped about Sophia.

Sophia knew if she hadn’t married John, he would have married Isabelle, for she was his fiancée. In

other words, Sophia took John away from her. Old Mr. Constance insisted on this marriage, so John

canceled his wedding with Isabelle and married her instead.

Sophia lowered her gaze and, after some contemplation, went back to the bed. Ward was a

superstition anyway, and she couldn’t keep someone who married her against his own will.

Now she lost him, and he started contacting Isabelle again. Funny, really. I’m a clown in the grand

scheme of things.

It ended up being a long call, and when John came back in, she was already lying on the bed, her eyes

closed, her breathing stable. John thought she was asleep, so he walked to the sofa quietly.

Only, Sophia wasn’t asleep actually, for she wasn’t tired. She merely thought there was nothing to say

between them anymore. If it was in the past, she would have been delighted at the chance to be in the

same room as him.

He was busy, and he didn’t care about her, so he never spent time with her. Now that they were

divorced, she had this chance to be alone with him, but alas, everything changed.

Sophia sighed silently, then she turned her back on John. Oblivious to what she was thinking, John

scrolled through the itinerary on his phone. After skimming through it, he looked up at Sophia and

frowned.

John waited for a long time, but eventually Zack came back, and with dinner. He wasn’t lying, but when

he saw them being so distant, Zack’s face fell. He put their food on the coffee table and pointed at

Sophia, asking softly, “When did she fall asleep?”

John leaned back on the sofa, resting his eyes. “Since you went out.”

Hearing that, Zack looked back at Sophia with disappointment.