The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 223

John smiled silently. “That’s just how Logan is.”

With that said, Sophia’s phone buzzed again. She directly played the voice message.

It was Logan’s voice. “Come over to my place. It’s finally a day off today. Ian will be coming over, too. Can that friend of yours come over as well? Let’s play a few matches today.”

Sophia replied in an unfriendly tone, “You might as well get married with two sets of mahjong. How will someone like you continue your family’s bloodline if you act like this?”

Logan laughed. “I’m not in a hurry. If I want to find a woman, they will all line up for me to pick.”

Sophia spat in rebuff at him.

John frowned while eating, not saying a word.

It was an off day today, and he had originally planned on sleeping in.

But because his biological clock was fixed, he couldn’t fall asleep again after waking up. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Logan persisted, saying, “Ask your friend if she can come over today.”

She definitely couldn’t. Robin had her own store and was responsible for her own profits and losses.

Without hesitating, Sophia said, “She can’t. She’s busy.”

Logan then whined, saying that he needed one more person, that he couldn’t live anymore and would be depressed otherwise.

John slowly raised his head. “Tell him I’ll go with you.”

Taken aback, she looked at John. “You are following me to Logan’s clubhouse?”

John hummed in assent. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been there. I might as well take the opportunity to go and have a look.”

Sophia blinked a few times then sent a voice message over.

In fact, Logan didn’t mind who would come over. He was happy as long as he had enough players to play mahjong with.

He immediately replied that he would be waiting for them over there. He would prepare delicious food and drink, waiting for their arrival.

Sophia was a little exasperated. How could this man act like those middle-aged and elderly women who liked this sort of pastime?

Not paying any more attention to Logan, Sophia asked John as she ate, “Are you free today? You don’t need to go over to the Baileys, the company, or the Constance Residence?”

John raised his eyebrows and looked at Sophia. “Why? You don’t want me to go over to Logan’s?”

Sophia paused, feeling confused. “It doesn’t matter to me whether you are going or not. I am just surprised that such a busy man like yourself has time today.”

John thought for a while. He wasn’t actually busy before; he just didn’t like going home very much.

A lot of his rest time was spent in the company, as most of the time he was just pretending to be busy —he just didn’t want to see her.

After the two finished their breakfast, Sophia went upstairs and changed her clothes.

John was waiting downstairs for her.

Before Sophia came down, his cell phone rang.

John took it out, looked at the caller, then answered his phone.

Over the phone was Mrs. Constance’s voice again. She said that she had asked Isabelle to go shopping with her and have tea together. She wanted John to tag along.

Without dawdling, John replied, “I’m busy. I have something to do today.”

Mrs. Constance was a little surprised. “It’s Sunday. What are you busy with?”

John didn’t want to explain. “I have some business.”

Then, he continued, “I haven’t really divorced with Sophia yet, so can you stop pulling Isabelle toward me? It’s not good for both me and Isabelle.”

Mrs. Constance paused and stopped talking, for she knew that as well.

Outsiders thought that John and Sophia were still married, but she knew privately that John and Sophia had divorced. There was nothing between them, so she couldn’t help it.

Isabelle was such a nice girl, and others knew that, too. If she was snatched away by someone else, she might really cry.

John took a deep breath. “I’m not planning to find myself another wife so soon. You don’t need to be so anxious. Just let me make my own decisions in the future, alright?”

Mrs. Constance moved her lips. It took her a while before she said, “Alright, I understand.”