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The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Chapter 769
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Fabian chuckled quietly; his expression was slightly ironic. “What’s the use of regretting their actions now that

things have reached this point?”

 

Sophia pursed her lips, and she couldn’t comment without knowing the whole picture.

After a while, Fabian exhaled. “Let’s just go with the flow. I’m not hoping for much now.”

Lowering her head, Sophia squeezed the glass. “How’s that girl now?”

Fabian froze, then he looked at her. “She’s okay. After leaving me, she’s naturally having a good life.” The

resentment in his tone was so palpable that Sophia had nothing to say. I’ve no idea what happened, so how am I

supposed to comfort him?

As they ate, darkness gradually fell outside. Upon answering a call, Fabian seemed a little flustered and hurried

away. Sophia and John slowly returned to the car, but Sophia didn’t want to go home. It was mainly because William

was at home now, and she wanted to give him and Matilda more alone time. Thus, after some thought, she said,

“Let’s just drive around for a while.”

There was nowhere to go anyway, but John agreed, so he started the car and drove out. After driving around the

city twice, Matilda called. Squeezing the phone, Sophia stared at it for a long time, and finally chose not to pick it

up. I’ll just pretend I never saw that call. John glanced at her, then he chuckled without saying a word.

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When Matilda saw that nobody answered her call, she realized what was going on and sighed silently. These two

have really made things a little awkward by doing that! I’m already at this age now, yet I’m stuck in a game that

only teenage lovers will play. Ugh, how embarrassing!

 

William was also on the phone in the corridor at this time. At first, it was Old Mrs. Constance who had called and

asked him why he was not home yet. He was afraid that Matilda would feel embarrassed, so he went to the corridor

to answer the call. However, the door wasn’t closed fully, so Matilda could still hear what he said. Old Mrs.

Constance didn’t press William about where he was staying the night. Instead, she only told him to drive carefully

should he wish to go home later.

Then, William hung up the call before immediately answering another call. Matilda knew about this too. During the

second call, he suppressed his volume, but Matilda could still hear what he said. It was probably Yolanda on the

phone. She was just making a random phone call to ask William what he was doing.

Matilda didn’t really want to eavesdrop on them, mainly because she was afraid that she herself would feel

distressed if she heard what they were chatting about, but as the voices drifted over, she couldn’t stop herself from

listening.

 

Fortunately, William was quite frank and told Yolanda honestly about where he was. He also explained that Matilda

had sustained an injury and he was here to take care of her.

Pursing her lips, Matilda lay sideways on the bed facing the window. Her injury no longer hurt; it was in fact only a

minor issue. Matilda was thinking about how to talk to William and have him go home. Back then, she used to be

pretentious, but she was now different.

After waiting for a while, William hung up the phone and came in. He sat down by the bed without a word. Matilda

thought for a moment, then she turned over to sit up. “I’m actually alright now.”

William replied, “I’m waiting for the kids to come back. I’ll worry if you’re here alone.”

Matilda smiled at him. “Ms. Cannon is here with me, so I’m not alone.”

William’s brows creased slightly. Usually, he didn’t frown much, so the expression was quite obvious. He looked at

Matilda and asked, “Are you driving me away?”

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