The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 137

As soon as John returned to his room, he went to his closet and took out the documents in the drawer

—a divorce agreement and a divorce certificate. He only remembered this matter today.

Mom has always been an impulsive person, so it’ll be troublesome if she fails to control herself and

rummages these documents out to show Isabelle considering their close relationship.

After packing his things, he sat on the bed for a while before going to Sophia’s previous room. The

room was still a mess, making it obvious that no one had come in to clean. Mom probably made this

room off-limits, so nobody dared to enter.

Walking over, he straightened the bed sheet before tossing the wine bottles, wine glasses, and even

the unfinished food into the trash can. Many of Sophia’s things were still here, so he packed them up

as well.

When he went downstairs again, Mrs. Constance and Isabelle had also finished eating. The two of

them were sitting in the living room with the television switched on, their faces wreathed in smiles as

they watched some program or other.

Occasionally, Mrs. Constance pointed at the television and said something to Isabelle, upon which the

latter nodded in agreement. They indeed get along very well. He stood on the stairs and observed them

for a while before descending.

Mrs. Constance was taken aback when she saw him coming down with a suitcase. That suitcase is

Sophia Gwendolyn’s!

Only when John had reached the landing did he say, “I’ll be leaving since Sophia is still waiting for me

at home.”

Mrs. Constance pursed her lips, all the exuberance gone from her face. “Why don’t you drive Belle

home as well? It’s very late now.”

Turning his head, John glanced at Isabelle. “Have the housekeeper arrange for someone to drive her

back. I’m in a hurry.”

Isabelle hurriedly interjected, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll call the driver to come and drive me back later.”

John didn’t care one way or another, so he merely dipped his head at her in farewell before walking out

while wheeling the suitcase. When he reached the parking lot, Young Master Owen’s car happened to

drive in, and the person driving was Dylan.

Just after John had placed the suitcase into the trunk, Dylan swung open the car door and alighted.

Meanwhile, Young Master William probably imbibed since he got out of the car very slowly, followed by

Young Lady Jennifer. “Uncle Owen, Aunt Jennifer,” John greeted.

Young Lady Jennifer exclaimed, “You’re going out at this hour?” It was as though she didn’t know that

John and Sophia had moved out.

Without hiding anything, John replied, “Yeah. I’m recently living outside with Sophia, so I came back to

retrieve some things.” Young Lady Jennifer murmured an acknowledgment and nodded. Dylan, on the

other hand, glanced at John but said nothing.

After getting into the car, John started the car and drove away. From the rear-view mirror, he could see

Young Master Owen and Young Lady Jennifer walking toward the house. Dylan, however, remained

rooted to the spot, staring at his car. His face devoid of expression, John floored the gas pedal and

sped away.

Meanwhile, Sophia was lying on the sofa, watching television. She wasn’t bothered although John

wasn’t back. After all, it was no different from the past; he never came home on time, nor did he bother

to call or text. In the beginning, she fretted over this, but later, her warm heart slowly cooled. Not only

did she fail to warm him up, but her heart was even turned frozen by his iciness.

This change in perspective was actually a good thing, for she hated obstinate people the most, those

who knew full well that something would never yield results yet remained clinging tight and refusing to

let go. Such people were just making life difficult for themselves, so there was no one else to blame.

She channel-surfed, but none caught her interest, and she wasn’t hungry now since she’d eaten too

much during lunch. She then proceeded to shift around on the sofa. Finding it just too boring in the end,

she went over to the yoga mat and lay down in a meditative posture. Perhaps that was more

comfortable, for she almost dozed off, only to startle awake when the lock clicked upon John’s arrival

home after he’d unlocked the door with his fingerprint. Nevertheless, she remained lying there

motionless.

John walked in with her luggage. Then, he glanced at Sophia who was lying a near distance away. She This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

was lying there in her yoga clothes while soothing music played in the living room. She had an

hourglass figure, and that was outlined all the more clearer in yoga clothes. John had thought that he

knew her body like the back of his hand, but he’d never seen her like this. Unbidden, his throat

tightened.