John glanced at Sophia. Thinking of what he had proposed just now, he too suddenly felt that it wasn’t a good idea.
After all, he was the one who had brought up the divorce in the first place. But now, he had proposed for a remarriage. No matter how he looked at it, it was as if he treated marriage as child's play.
After a long while, John said, “I was thoughtless.”
Sophia took a deep breath. “Get dressed and leave. I don’t really want to see you right now.”
John knew that Sophia was feeling uncomfortable, so he didn't try to explain anymore and simply put on his clothes before leaving.
Sophia sat on the bed for a long time before slamming a fist on the edge of the bed.
This b*stard! He really dares to say just about anything, doesn’t he?
After John left, he drove directly to the company and returned to the office. Sitting in the office, he was slightly dazed by the turn of events.
It was not a deliberate act; he had brought up the idea of remarriage purely by accident.
But now that he thought about it, it wasn’t a bad idea at all if they remarried. In fact, he was filled with anticipation.
John leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for a long time.
But Sophia wouldn’t easily agree to it, would she? After all, I’ve really owed her a lot in the past.
After a busy morning, John went out for dinner with Zack at noon after work.
As they walked into the lobby, they saw Isabelle, who had probably waited for quite a while. Seeing John coming over, she got up from the sofa.
Stunned, he walked toward her and asked, “Anything important?”
Hearing his question, Isabelle smiled. “Nothing very important, but Mrs. Constance has been calling me rather often recently...”
She didn't finish her sentence because she thought that John would get it right away.
Indeed, John's face fell upon learning about what his mother was up to. “You needn’t bother about this matter. Next time my mother calls you, just ignore it.”
Isabelle seemed anxious. “But after all, Mrs. Constance has...”
“No ‘buts.’ We’re adults now, so we need to be responsible for what we’ve done.” With that, John looked at the time and added, “Well, I’m gonna go have lunch now.”
Understanding the situation, Isabelle nodded. “I won’t keep you around any longer then.”
John and Isabelle walked out of Constance Group together. At the entrance, John and Zack got into a car, while Isabelle got into hers, and they went their separate ways.
Matilda was actually waiting in the café opposite Constance Group.
After the two cars had driven out of sight, she picked up the phone and called Isabelle.
The younger woman connected the call. Her voice was no different from before as she asked, “Mrs. Constance, is something the matter?”
Matilda pretended that she didn't know anything and just smiled. “Nothing. I just wanna ask what you’ve been up to.”
Trying to avoid the topic of meeting up, Isabelle replied, “Oh, I'm at the company. I've been swamped lately without any free time. I just thought that we should meet up and have lunch together when I have time. But I haven’t found an opportunity yet.”
Matilda pursed her mouth. “I see.”
Isabelle laughed. “Did you see those things on the Internet? I think the matter is dying down soon. Everything will be fine after a while.”
It took a long time for Matilda to reply, “Yeah, I suppose so.” After saying this, she thought for a while and continued, “Have you been in contact with John recently? John is mad at me right now. He hasn’t answered my phone nor visited me. I wonder if you can help me invite him out because I have something to say to him.”
Isabelle gave a muffled ‘Oh’ before falling silent.
Matilda added, “You two will definitely be in contact during work, so you should see him around. Just tell him that you’ve got something to talk to him about. Help me invite him out, okay?”
Isabelle pursed her lips as she drove without answering right away. What she had in her mind was simple enough. Matilda and William had such a bad fallout that it seemed impossible for them to get back together now.
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