The Returning Ex

Chapter 162

Upon hearing Sophia’s remark, Isabelle was stunned. At this, Sophia grinned and tapped the back of her cell phone case with a finger to remind Isabelle that she was filming her. Isabelle promptly retracted her gaze and dipped her head to stare at the document in her hand.

Being of good breeding, she just felt that her blatantly contemptuous expression earlier would ruin her image if someone else saw it. Snorting once more, Sophia placed her cell phone down.

“I’ve got important business here, so stop messing around. If you’re bored, you can go out and stroll around, perhaps chat with Zack or something,” John said, his voice mild.

Leaning back in the chair, Sophia stretched. Then, something occurred to her, and she replied, “That’s a good idea. I can’t be of any help to you two here, so I’ll just go out and have a look around.” She leisurely headed toward the door, murmuring as she walked, “Earlier, I saw that Dylan was back, and we chatted for a bit.

He said he’s free in the afternoon, so I’ll just go over and visit with him.” John stilled, yet his gaze never left the document in his hand. With her back to them, Sophia smirked and left the office.

Meanwhile, Dylan was in his office. When Sophia went over, she quietly pushed open the door a crack and poked her head in without knocking. Dylan heard the noise and looked over. Upon seeing him, Sophia grinned and asked softly, “Are you busy?”

Dylan merely deliberated for a moment before saying, “No.” Only then did Sophia enter his office, and Dylan straightened the documents on his desk. “What’s the matter? Is John busy?”

Sophia murmured an assent. With her hands behind her back, she leisurely sauntered around Dylan’s office before finally going over to the window and gazing out. “Miss Bailey is here to discuss the collaboration. It was boring to me, so I came out.” After saying that, she even chortled. “I think your place here is much better here. John’s office is just too boring.”

Dylan cracked up. “It’s boring here, too. All offices are similar.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Sophia turned and looked at him. “By the way, I’m opening a dessert shop next month. Come and patronize my shop then. It’ll be my treat.”

Surprise flooded Dylan. “You’re opening a shop?”

Sophia nodded earnestly. “I’m bored. I have limited skills, so I can only open a small shop. There’s nothing else I can do.”

Dylan stared at her intently. “I thought you liked to stay home.”

Jaw dropping, Sophia vehemently denied it, exclaiming, “No, no! I really detest being so idle every day. Back when I lived with my grandpa, I was slammed every day.”

Speaking of this, she continued talking about her life in the past. She didn’t bother hiding anything, seemingly not at all embarrassed by her impoverished life back then. Her voice was normal, and she even doubled over when speaking of something hilarious.

Dylan smiled as well. Everything she was saying was foreign to him. The Constance Family was very strict, and they had to learn many things from a young age. In addition to normal classes, there was even home tutoring, so their schedules were packed every day with no time for play.

Walking over, Sophia sat down across from him, placing her arms on his desk before resting her chin on them. “Actually, I still miss my life back then. While my days were rather difficult, I was happy every day,” she lamented.

Dylan gazed at her. Her eyes are quite round, the black of her pupils profound. When she speaks of something happy, the corners of her eyes curve up before the corners of her mouth follow suit, her face wreathed in a perpetual smile.

He then tried recalling the past. While I hadn’t seen her much for any length of time in the past, I remember that she always looked forlorn every time I saw her, giving off a depressed feeling. It discomfited me, but now, she’s an entirely different person.

Sophia laughed heartily. “I’m not fibbing. There are many small animals in the mountains where we lived. You can only see these animals at the zoo usually, but over there, it’s a common sight.” Raising her head, she scratched her chin. “Ah, I haven’t seen them in a long time. I should really go back for a look when I’m free.”

Dylan’s gaze fell on Sophia’s hand. Her hands aren’t smooth and delicate but slightly rough. Despite their improved condition in the past year or so, it’s still obvious that these hands are used to hard work. Now, they’re bare, with nothing at all adorning them. His brows creased. “Why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?”