The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 1045

In order to be polite, Logan had no choice but to hum along to show that he understood what Old Mrs. Constance said.

On the other hand, Sophia chuckled after she listened to them talking before she went to unpack the food that Logan bought her.

Immediately, her mouth started watering as Logan passed her a paper napkin. “No one’s fighting with you for food, alright? Look at yourself. The look on your face is blinding me.”

Old Mrs. Constance stopped talking and turned to look at Sophia before she chuckled. “You should eat some as you haven’t been eating these ever since you got pregnant. It’s good to eat nice things when you’re pregnant.”

Since Old Mrs. Constance didn’t stop her, Sophia started her eating feast.

Logan was still around when John got home during the noon, as Old Mrs. Constance was still grabbing Logan’s hand and teaching him the right way to treat a girl. Meanwhile, Sophia sat a few distances away and munched on her scrumptious lunch.

After John came back, he immediately went over to Sophia and lowered his head before snatching her food away. “Better not eat too much now. Your stomach might hurt later.”

Sophia was already almost full, and she also knew that John was just doing it for her own good, so she took a paper napkin and started wiping her hands. “Alright. I get it. I get it.”

John turned around and sat in front of Logan after cleaning up. “Why are you so free today? I thought that you’d be over at Miss Hunt’s.”

Upon hearing John mention the ex-officer, Logan pondered for a moment before retorting, “Why didn’t you think that I would be over at my girlfriend’s?”

However, John laughed and shook his head. “I’m not sure about you and your girlfriend, but I think you don’t look like you’re in love from your eyes, so I won’t bother asking you about it.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Suddenly, Sophia came to a realization about why she felt like Logan was kidding every time he mentioned his supposed girlfriend.

It was because there was something wrong with those eyes of his.

When one liked a person, it would be reflected in their eyes even if they didn’t say a thing.

However, no matter how much Logan talked about his girlfriend, his eyes remained the same.

Still, Logan disagreed with what John said and started laughing. “Do you think that everyone is as clingy as you and Sophia? We are all adults now, and we prefer keeping things to ourselves, so I don’t think it’s necessary to express what I feel toward her everywhere I go.”

John nodded and stopped saying anything anymore.

Indeed, everyone had their own way of expressing their love.

It was possible that Logan just wouldn’t have that look on his face no matter who he was with.

After John and Logan got seated, they started discussing the shadow bank again while Sophia went to the kitchen to pour herself some water since she wasn’t interested in that topic at all.

However, Old Mrs. Constance was someone who could listen to everything, so she sat by the side quietly and listened as John and Logan analyzed the situation.

After a while, she spoke up when John and Logan stopped talking. “So, according to what you guys said, the shadow bank is confirmed to be related to the Baileys, am I right?”

John nodded. “Yes. The Baileys are probably the shadow bank’s main mastermind. Or, to the more concise, Elder Mr. Bailey had been using the shadow bank to do illegal transactions privately.”

It seemed like Old Mrs. Constance suddenly thought of something before she replied, “Oh. Your grandpa did mention when he was young that Elder Mr. Bailey was a crafty man, and he might probably go astray sooner or later.”

John didn’t know much about Elder Mr. Bailey, and he only knew that he liked to act all high and mighty.

Previously, when his engagement with Isabelle wasn’t called off yet, Elder Mr. Bailey would always put on an elder’s facade and looked like he wanted to lecture him.

After John called the engagement off, Elder Mr. Bailey didn’t say anything, although his facial expression was indeed dark.