Chapter 137


    As soon as John returned to his room, he went to his closet and took out the documents in the drawer


    —a divorce agreement and a divorce certificate. He only remembered this matter today.


    Mom has always been an impulsive person, so it’ll be troublesome if she fails to control herself and


    rummages these documents out to show Isabelle considering their close rtionship.


    After packing his things, he sat on the bed for a while before going to Sophia’s previous room. The


    room was still a mess, making it obvious that no one hade in to clean. Mom probably made this


    room off-limits, so nobody dared to enter.


    Walking over, he straightened the bed sheet before tossing the wine bottles, wine sses, and even


    the unfinished food into the trash can. Many of Sophia’s things were still here, so he packed them up


    as well.


    When he went downstairs again, Mrs. Constance and Isabelle had also finished eating. The two of


    them were sitting in the living room with the television switched on, their faces wreathed in smiles as


    they watched some program or other.


    asionally, Mrs. Constance pointed at the television and said something to Isabelle, upon which the


    latter nodded in agreement. They indeed get along very well. He stood on the stairs and observed them


    for a while before descending.


    Mrs. Constance was taken aback when she saw himing down with a suitcase. That suitcase is


    Sophia Gwendolyn’s!


    Only when John had reached thending did he say, “I’ll be leaving since Sophia is still waiting for me


    at home.”


    Mrs. Constance pursed her lips, all the exuberance gone from her face. “Why don’t you drive Belle


    home as well? It’s veryte now.”


    Turning his head, John nced at Isabelle. “Have the housekeeper arrange for someone to drive her


    back. I’m in a hurry.”


    Isabelle hurriedly interjected, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll call the driver toe and drive me backter.”


    John didn’t care one way or another, so he merely dipped his head at her in farewell before walking out


    while wheeling the suitcase. When he reached the parking lot, Young Master Owen’s car happened to


    drive in, and the person driving was Dn.


    Just after John had ced the suitcase into the trunk, Dn swung open the car door and alighted.


    Meanwhile, Young Master William probably imbibed since he got out of the car very slowly, followed by


    Young Lady Jennifer. “Uncle Owen, Aunt Jennifer,” John greeted.


    Young Lady Jennifer eximed, “You’re going out at this hour?” It was as though she didn’t know that


    John and Sophia had moved out.


    Without hiding anything, John replied, “Yeah. I’m recently living outside with Sophia, so I came back to


    retrieve some things.” Young Lady Jennifer murmured an acknowledgment and nodded. Dn, on theContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    other hand, nced at John but said nothing.


    After getting into the car, John started the car and drove away. From the rear-view mirror, he could see


    Young Master Owen and Young Lady Jennifer walking toward the house. Dn, however, remained


    rooted to the spot, staring at his car. His face devoid of expression, John floored the gas pedal and


    sped away.


    Meanwhile, Sophia was lying on the sofa, watching television. She wasn’t bothered although John


    wasn’t back. After all, it was no different from the past; he never came home on time, nor did he bother


    to call or text. In the beginning, she fretted over this, butter, her warm heart slowly cooled. Not only


    did she fail to warm him up, but her heart was even turned frozen by his iciness.


    This change in perspective was actually a good thing, for she hated obstinate people the most, those


    who knew full well that something would never yield results yet remained clinging tight and refusing to


    let go. Such people were just making life difficult for themselves, so there was no one else to me.


    She channel-surfed, but none caught her interest, and she wasn’t hungry now since she’d eaten too


    much during lunch. She then proceeded to shift around on the sofa. Finding it just too boring in the end,


    she went over to the yoga mat andy down in a meditative posture. Perhaps that was more


    comfortable, for she almost dozed off, only to startle awake when the lock clicked upon John’s arrival


    home after he’d unlocked the door with his fingerprint. Nevertheless, she remained lying there


    motionless.


    John walked in with her luggage. Then, he nced at Sophia who was lying a near distance away. She


    was lying there in her yoga clothes while soothing music yed in the living room. She had an


    hourss figure, and that was outlined all the more clearer in yoga clothes. John had thought that he


    knew her body like the back of his hand, but he’d never seen her like this. Unbidden, his throat


    tightened.


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