The Returning EX (John and Sophia) novel Chapter 142

John stared at Isabelle’s message for a while before replying, ‘Not at all.’ Subsequently, there was nothing else from her end.

Sophia knew that John’s phone dinged and was well aware that he’d received a message. In fact, she was almost certain who the sender was, but she didn’t bother looking, not even glancing out the corner of her eye.

She was chatting with the singer back then. The singer said that he’d been going around to a few cities, but he didn’t quite like them all, so he was at a loss as to where he should go next. Thus, Sophia naturally went along with the conversation and invited him to this city to have a look. There were several underground bars in the city center with lounge singers, so she felt that this was a viable option for him.

The singer replied with a smiley and a voice message. Without even thinking about it, Sophia played it, upon which the singer’s voice drifted out, sounding very much alluring. He didn’t say anything outrageous, merely saying that he’d treat her to a meal if he decided to come.

Beaming, Sophia replied, ‘If you come, I’ll treat you to a meal. Perhaps I’ll even let you sample my cooking.’

John stared intently at Sophia. She looks sincere. After a moment’s contemplation, he retracted his gaze. Sophia didn’t chat for long either, all noise subsiding after a short while.

After John was done eating, he didn’t leave immediately but sat there and waited for Sophia. When she placed her cutlery down slowly, he finally asked, “Was it the singer we met in the hotel?”

Sophia raised her eyes and looked at him. “Yup.”

Meanwhile, John took two calls downstairs—one from Zack who called to inquire about a work matter and the other from Mrs. Constance. Mrs. Constance’s voice was slightly sullen, sounding very much anguished as she griped about how she wasn’t used to not having him at home. John could only mollify her by saying that he only moved out, but she could still see him because he would go back when he had time.

Mrs. Constance sighed. “I shouldn’t have allowed you to marry Sophia Gwendolyn back then. She made a mess of our family. There wouldn’t be so many problems if you’d married Belle back then.”

Pursing his lips, John stared at the plant rack in the yard. “That’s enough. Just get over it since there’s no changing reality. I’ll go back when I’m free.”

Still, Mrs. Constance was disgruntled. “John, I’m not an unreasonable person. It’s not that I want to pick on your wife, nor do I want to be at odds with my daughter-in-law like most families out there. But the truth is, Sophia Gwendolyn isn’t worthy of you. If it were someone else who’s well-matched, I definitely wouldn’t be making such a fuss.”