The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 160

After rolling around for a while, drowsiness inundated Sophia since she got up early this morning. Hugging John’s blanket, she then closed her eyes and dozed off groggily. After some time, she roused groggily as well. She slowly sat up and perked up her ears, listening to the two people talking outside, a man and a woman, their voices distinct.

Smirking, she languidly got out of bed and padded to the small closet at the side barefooted. A few of John’s shirts hung in the closet, all of the same type—shirt, suit, and the like.

She took a shirt out and promptly stripped before slipping on the shirt. There was a mirror in the closet, and she unbuttoned two buttons at the collar after looking at her reflection in the mirror. Hmm, this looks much more sultry.

Ruffling her hair, she then walked over to the door. She pushed open the door gently and even symbolically rubbed her eyes while whining, “John, I’m thirsty. The food during lunch was just too salty. Do you have water here?”

All the once, the voices outside ceased. Squinting, Sophia gazed at them and stared intently. John’s expression was unruffled, but Isabelle, who was at the side, had several expressions flashing across her face. Sounding slightly panicked, Sophia exclaimed, “You have a guest?”

John stared at her for a few heartbeats. “Go and get changed.” Murmuring an acquiescence, Sophia retreated back into the bedroom. When she’d closed the door, the panic on her face vanished in a puff of smoke. All smiles, she even hummed softly as she changed into her clothes.

When she went out again, Isabelle’s expression was much more composed as she sat on the sofa with a glass of water before her. There was also a glass of water on John’s desk, so Sophia went right over and picked it up, taking several gulps without even asking for permission.

This is John’s glass, so he’ll probably toss it after I’d used it. She smirked. No matter. I don’t care. I’m just vexed now, vexation swamping me whenever I see Isabelle Bailey. And when I’m vexed, no one else is allowed to be happy!

John was still sitting in his chair when Isabelle looked up at Sophia. “I never thought that you’d be here, Miss Gwendolyn.”

Sophia smirked, putting on an exasperated expression. “Ahem, wrong address there.”

Startled, Isabelle then chuckled. “Sorry, I forgot.”

The smile on Sophia’s face was as fake as a three-dollar bill. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it in time.” Asking Isabelle Bailey to address me as Mrs. Constance is probably killing her. She then went over and sat down across from Isabelle. “You came here for a work matter, Miss Bailey?”

Isabelle murmured an assent. “Yes, I’m here to discuss the details of the collaboration. I’ll be handling the collaboration in future, so I came over to specifically study the contract with Mr. Constance.”

Nodding slowly, Sophia lamented, “I truly envy capable people like you. You’re responsible for so many things, and you even manage to do a good job. I can’t do that.” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Isabelle smiled. “It isn’t all that difficult.”

Sophia heaved a sigh. “It’s rather difficult for me. I’m the kind of person who naturally needs a man to support me, and fortunately, I really found a man who’s willing to support me. Say, it’s truly a rare find. Haha…” She giggled with a hand over her mouth and even cocked an eyebrow at John.

Reclining in his chair, John looked at the two of them without much expression on his face. At this moment, Sophia was buoyed with gratification.

Her remark was laden with meaning, and she believed that Isabelle could understand what she meant. But so what if she does? She can’t refute it anyway but merely go along with me. This feels absurdly gratifying!

If it were some other women around John, she could actually accept it, but not Isabelle, perchance because of Mrs. Constance. Every single humiliation she’d ever suffered in Constance Residence involved Isabelle’s name because every single time Mrs. Constance insulted her, it was always a comparison with Isabelle. Thus, she couldn’t be blamed for finding Isabelle to be an eyesore. John can be with anyone, but not Isabelle Bailey!

Picking up her glass, Isabelle took a sip of water, saying nary a word. However, she could still remain composed in such an awkward situation considering her good breeding, making Sophia appear overbearing in contrast. Nonetheless, Sophia wasn’t bothered, her sole concern being her gratification.