The Returning Ex

Chapter 134

Sophia had breakfast late, so she wasn’t at all hungry. She continued lying on the yoga mat and went into various meditation positions.

Meanwhile, John sat on the sofa, and his cell phone rang in no time. He’d initially thought that it was the delivery he ordered, but when he picked it up and glanced at it, it turned out to be a call from Mrs. Constance. He stole a peek at Sophia, but she seemed to have dozed off.

After pondering for a moment, he then answered the call. “John, I’m sure you’re on your lunch break now, yes?” Mrs. Constance’s voice was placid.

John murmured his agreement. “Why, has anything happened at home?”

Mrs. Constance paused for a moment before saying, “No, it’s just that Belle is here to visit me.” John remembered that Isabelle had mentioned going over to visit Mrs. Constance on the phone last night, so he murmured an acknowledgement.

Mrs. Constance then continued, “If you’re free this noon, come back and have lunch. I cooked quite a few dishes, and most of them are your favorites.”

Without even looking at the time, John replied, “Never mind, it’s too troublesome.”

Mrs. Constance sighed. “What’s so troublesome? You can just go back to the office later. No one will say anything.”

Still, John declined. Before he could speak further, he then heard Isabelle’s voice from the other end. She seemed to be helping Mrs. Constance, for she smilingly asked, “Mrs. Constance, which plate should I use for this dish?”

Mrs. Constance rumbled a response to her before saying to John, “Okay, fine. If you’re not coming back at noon, come back at night.” Sighing, John acquiesced. Then, he hung up the phone.

Sophia remained in the same position, appearing as though she’d truly dozed off.

After waiting for a while longer, the delivery came. John went out and took the food in, his hands laden with bags since he ordered a feast. He headed to the dining room.

As soon as he walked past her, Sophia’s eyes sprang open. Damn it, it smells too good! It’s far more tempting than his voice when he was on the phone earlier. Nonetheless, she didn’t move a muscle.

After John had set everything out, he then stood by the entrance of the dining room and gazed at Sophia who was lying down a near distance away. “If you’re not asleep, come and eat with me.” His voice was very soft.

Sophia turned it over in her mind. In the next instance, she sat up. “You’re so inconsiderate. You woke me up by speaking so loudly on the phone.” As she said that, she walked over to the dining room. He didn’t just order two servings. This is even enough for three people, and he has even laid out the tableware. She then took a seat at the table. “You shouldn’t have ordered so much. It’ll be a waste if you can’t finish it.”

John took his seat across her. “I counted you in.” Sophia pursed her lips and ceased making excuses.

During the meal, neither of them talked. Since they were sitting across each other, John could see Sophia’s dining mannerisms. She’s truly unrestrained in her eating, but it does look rather comfortable. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

John still had to work in the afternoon, so he ate relatively quickly. Before Sophia had finished eating, he’d already placed his cutlery down and took a tissue to wipe his hands. “I’ve got to go, so help yourself.”

Sophia waved a dismissive hand. “Go, go. I’ll clean up here.” Staring at her, John took her in for a few more seconds before he left. Now that Sophia was alone, she became even more uninhibited. She ate

happily, enjoying the spread before her.

After leaving Sophia’s place, John went straight to his office. However, before he’d even stepped foot into the lobby, he caught sight of the person who was standing at the reception in the lobby upon his arrival—President McCaw from Infinity Group. Ah, he has the temerity to come looking for me! Without faltering or glancing at the reception, he walked straight in and headed to the elevator.

Meanwhile, President McCaw was still harassing the staff at the reception, insisting on meeting John despite repeated explanations from the receptionist that he couldn’t go up to the offices since he hadn’t made an appointment in addition to the fact that John wasn’t in the office. Midway through his entreaties, he glanced back, only to spot John. He swiftly rushed over to John. “President Constance! President Constance, you’re finally back. President Constance?”

Without sparing him a single glance, John walked over to the elevator before pressing the button and entering the elevator.