Sophia was startled. Since she was enthusiastically talking about herself, Dylan’s interruption scattered her thoughts. A touch mystified at first, she asked, “Huh?”
Dylan gestured to her hand. “Why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?”
Lowering her head, Sophia glanced at her finger. In reality, she’d taken off her wedding ring when she signed the divorce agreement. There was a faint circle mark on the base of her finger initially, but after all this time, even that mark was gone.
She hesitated for a moment before flashing him a helpless smile. “That ring actually didn’t really fit my finger, so it has always been uncomfortable to wear.” She looked up at him and pursed her lips briefly. “It was Mrs. Constance who chose the ring back then. It’s really not my size, but I was embarrassed to speak up in the past and just wore it reluctantly. However, nothing can change the fact that it doesn’t fit, and I can’t just make do, else I’d only make life difficult for myself. Thus, I took it off.” One couldn’t quite tell whether this explanation referred to the ring or Sophia herself. Nonetheless, she was telling the truth, for it was indeed Mrs. Constance who chose the ring.
At that time, John claimed that he was swamped with work, so he’d never been involved in choosing the wedding gown or wedding ring. All at once, Sophia recalled their pre-wedding photo shoot. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to put on a show for Old Mr. Constance, he initially wanted to have someone Photoshop the pre-wedding photos. He didn’t even want a pre-wedding photo shoot. She didn’t really consider this in the past, but recalling it now, she found it truly ridiculous. If possible, he probably wanted someone else to attend the wedding and get married on his behalf. How did I manage to live so pitifully in the past?
At the side, Dylan grunted in understanding before saying, “But the situation now is somewhat different. If someone notices it, it’ll easily be made into a big deal.”
A moment of clarity hit, finally reminding Sophia of this matter. Ah yes, that rat b*stard, John Constance, is currently in trouble, and I need to work with him in all things. Blinking, she mischievously declared, “That’s perfect! It’s my chance now to have him buy me a new one someday, and this time, I want to choose the ring myself.”
Dylan merely chuckled without commenting. After only chatting zealously for a while, Sophia didn’t keep him for long and left. Subsequently, Dylan started getting busy with his work.
Nevertheless, Sophia didn’t feel self-conscious. She looked around the office alone before plopping down on the sofa in his office and started playing games on her cell phone. In the beginning, she sat decorously, but she later couldn’t quite stand it anymore. Slipping off her shoes, she sat cross-legged on the sofa in an extremely casual manner.
The moment Dylan lifted his head after glancing through a few documents and making annotations, he saw her smiling at her cell phone. The background sound was very soft, but it was still faintly audible. Massaging his temples, he put the documents away at the side. Then, he stared at her intently.
Sophia became an entirely different person after returning from that business trip with John. He’d even heard that she hit Mrs. Constance a few days ago. Everyone didn’t believe it at first, but the servants claimed to have seen Mrs. Constance dashing off tears and complaining to Old Mrs. Constance. Then, John and Sophia moved out, indirectly proving those rumors true. However, Mrs. Constance hadn’t kicked up a fuss after Sophia hit her.
This doesn’t quite make sense. Dylan subconsciously frowned since he knew full well the type of person his aunt was. She can’t suffer even the slightest grievance. All these years, even William has always spoken to her kindly. Meanwhile, Sophia has always been the target of her harassment, so why didn’t she kick up a huge fuss when Sophia suddenly hit her? Licking his posterior molars, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Sophia became increasingly curious.
Sophia, however, didn’t know all this as she remained smiling at the screen of her cell phone.
When John came over, this was the picture that greeted him—Sophia sitting cross-legged on the sofa as she usually did in his office, while Dylan sat at his desk, staring at her intently. Everyone is busy, yet he isn’t even going through his documents? Instead, he has his arms crossed with a hint of a smile playing on his lips!
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