The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
Chapter 476

That had to be the intended result of Matilda's decision, which prompted John to think of Sophia.

When they went through the divorce, she accepted everything he gave her without objection. She didn't read the papers before signing them without hesitation. Judging from her actions, she must have wanted nothing to do with him anymore; she had let go of the failed marriage. However, it was John who felt that he could not let go after the divorce.

He drove to the Italian restaurant, parked his car and walked into the place. Since Matilda had booked a room for them, he managed to find it based on the room number. The moment he pushed the door open however, he was greeted by Isabelle instead of Matilda. Just like John, Isabelle showed an astonished expression. "John?"

He stood at the door. "Are you alone?"

Isabelle blinked innocently. "Yeah. Mrs. Constance invited me to dinner and asked me to wait here." She stared right at him. "Did you arrive with her?"

The table in front of Isabelle was now occupied with drinks, a sign that she had been waiting for some time. John remained standing at the door, choosing not to enter. "I'm sorry. My mom must have confused the plans."

At that moment, a waiter entered with a tray of food. "Sir, these are the dishes you ordered."

Left with no choice, John could only stand aside to let the waiter pass through. Isabelle looked even more puzzled. "What is it? Did she ask you to attend because she couldn't make it?"

Ignoring her, he took out his phone and called his mother, but he then realized that her phone was turned off. He smirked and immediately knew what was going on.

Isabelle stood up and muttered helplessly, "What is it? What happened?"

John sighed. "Nothing serious. My mom messed up her plans. Anyway, I'm buying this meal. You can enjoy the food. I'll leave now."

"Hey, hey!" Isabelle called out to John, who was leaving. "Is Mrs. Constance really not coming?"

John replied, "Yeah. Something came up on her end, so she can't make it here."

Isabelle looked conflicted. "Mrs. Constance booked the room and even ordered the food. When I first arrived, the waiter told me that they received orders for a lot of food. I c-can't finish that alone anyway. John, if you haven't had d-dinner, why not..."

She stammered in difficulty, appearing to feel conflicted at her own suggestion. After taking a glance at her, John replied, "It's okay if you can't finish everything. I don't like Italian food anyway." Then, he nodded at her as a final greeting and turned around to leave. After a while, Isabelle slowly slumped into her seat with a defeated look.

John left the restaurant and drove to the Constance Residence. Old Mrs. Constance was having her dinner and was surprised to see him home. "Didn't you say that you would be having dinner somewhere else today?"

He washed his hands and entered the dining hall. "There were some last minute changes."

Recently, the kitchen of Constance Residence had been serving mainly local cuisine for dinner, which suited his palette.

Old Mrs. Constance wanted to visit the monastery for prayers a few days later and she asked him if he wanted to join. Immediately, he suggested, "I won't go. Why don't you ask Sophia to go with you?"

The old lady was stunned. Her expression changed and her tone sounded mocking as she said, "Sophia? I guess that's impossible. Now that the two of you are not legally related in any way, she will not entertain me. Last time, she visited for the sake of the Blackwells, but you came home in the middle, which totally spoiled her mood."

The mention of that incident made John smile. He stared at his grandma. "You were the one who purposely hid my documents, weren't you?"

Old Mrs. Constance pouted. "You're really slow when it comes to relationships. You're such a brilliant businessman, but why are you so clueless in romance?"

John grunted to indicate his agreement with Old Mrs. Constance. "I guess all my talents are used in my business."

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