The Returning Ex

Chapter 120

They spent the night going at it nonstop, causing them to wake up late the next day. Old Mrs. Constance and Mrs. Constance were downstairs, surprised when the servant said both of them hadn’t come down yet. They could understand it if it was Sophia, but John had never slept in.

Mrs. Constance was worried her son might be unwell, so she stood up. “I’ll take a look upstairs.”

“Of course.” Old Mrs. Constance nodded.

Mrs. Constance quickly went up, and both of their rooms’ doors were closed. Firstly, she went to knock on John’s room’s door and lowered her voice as she called, “Are you awake, John? Do you feel unwell anywhere?” However, nobody came to take the door, though Sophia’s room’s door was opened instead.

John came out while buttoning his shirt. “I slept in,” he said hoarsely. Mrs. Constance was petrified, but John ignored her and went to his room’s bathroom.

Mrs. Constance’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as she looked at John, then at Sophia’s room. Even though John had closed the door, Mrs. Constance didn’t give up, so she opened it quietly and looked inside. Sophia was in bed, covered in a blanket, obviously sleeping. They were alone in a room last night? Something must have happened. Her expression changed, then she quickly went into John’s room. “W-Why were you in Sophia’s room last night?”

John came out of the bathroom. “I was drunk.”

“Drunk?” Mrs. Constance was shocked.

John didn’t care to explain as he looked at the time and saw that he was late for work. Taking out his phone, he called Zack to tell him about work before going to take his clothes from the cabinet.

Mrs. Constance closed the door and hissed, “Tell me the truth. D-Did you two, you know…”

John knew what she was talking about, so he remained quiet, for there was no need to talk about this.

Mrs. Constance gnashed her teeth. “Y-You can’t do that. You’re divorced.”

John remained quiet, then he looked at her after taking his clothes, meaning that it was time for him to change, so Mrs. Constance should look away.

Mrs. Constance was trembling in anger. “Did she seduce you? I told you she’s an evil woman. I—”

“I asked for it,” John replied.

Mrs. Constance froze, then he continued, “I had too much to drink last night, so I went into the wrong room.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Mrs. Constance tried to say something else, but John interjected, “I’m changing now.” She panted and was about to leave, but John added, “Don’t interrogate her. She has nothing to do with this.”

Mrs. Constance stood there for a moment before leaving. She stood before Sophia’s room, overwhelmed by the impulse to rush inside and drag her out of the bed for a good scolding or a couple of slaps. However, she wasn’t stupid, so she knew making a ruckus would be bad for her. Furthermore, John was still here, so he wouldn’t let her bully Sophia. Besides, Sophia was no longer the coward she used to be. Now, she might be fiercer than Mrs. Constance was. Even though he said he forced himself on her after getting drunk, nothing’s for sure. That uneducated woman could have done anything. Mrs. Constance tried to come up with a lot of things, but in the end, she did nothing, merely waiting for John to come out.

She quickly went up to ask, “Tell me the truth, John. Do you love her?” John frowned at her, much to her annoyance. “Did you fall for her?” Mrs. Constance clicked her tongue. “A woman like her is unworthy of you. Even if you remarry, you can get someone better than her.”

Then, she mentioned Isabelle. “Did you chat with Isabelle last night when you sent her back? She’s so much better than Sophia in every way. That’s our standard. John. You’re the fam—”

“Don’t worry,” John interjected. “I didn’t fall for her.”

Sophia was leaning against the door and heard the whole conversation outside.