The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Chapter 643

Sophia was still a little unsure about what decision to make, as it would be a lie to say that she was unaffected by

John’s unwavering support of her as of recent. With a heart as soft as hers, she was touched upon witnessing the

great lengths that John was willing to go to in order to win her back.

However, to start over with him remained a challenge to her. Public opinion aside, she couldn’t find it in herself to

start over a new chapter with John without first addressing what happened before. After dwelling on it repeatedly,

she gave a vague reply, “I don’t know, as I haven’t made up my mind.”

“Sophia.” Ian spoke. “Can you… Can you withhold your decision and wait for me?”

Startled, Sophia frowned without intending to upon hearing what he said. He went on, “Wait till the competition

ends. I have something that I need to talk over with you when I get back, please.”

After a few moments, Sophia chuckled as she tried to put on a casual front. “What is it that you’d like to tell me?

You can always tell me over the phone.”

Ian heaved a sigh before questioning, “Sophia, do you really not know what I’m trying to say, or are you just

running away?”

As soon as he said so, John called out to her from the kitchen as he couldn’t seem to find the seasoning for cooking.

John spoke loudly, so Ian must’ve heard him, whereas Sophia took it as an opening to end their call. “Alright, I have

other things to do, so I’ll be hanging up. You should train hard and try your best to get a nice rank.”

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After having said so, Sophia responded to John’s call from the kitchen before hanging up. However, he seemed to

already find the seasoning he needed when she got to the kitchen. Without even looking at her, he asked while

busying himself with cooking, “Who was on the line? Was it Ian?”

Sophia was surprised that he knew as much. Leaning against the doorframe, she asked, “You called out to me not

because you couldn’t find the seasonings, but you did it to distract me on purpose, isn’t it?”

Cheerfully, John replied, “Of course, not! It’s true that I couldn’t find the seasonings before you came over.”

Scanning the countertop, Sophia could see that all of the seasonings were placed on there, so he couldn’t possibly

have missed it. However, she didn’t have the energy bicker, opting instead to head to the dining room after staring

at him for a while. On the other hand, John served the dishes after he was done cooking, only to come to a halt as

soon as he reached the kitchen entrance. With a bland tone, John asked while looking outside, “Why are you here?”

Sophia quickly left the dining room upon hearing him, only to see a woman standing by the entrance to the living

room uneasily. With a cheery disposition, she asked, “Weren’t you at my shop just this evening? Why are you here

now?”

Meanwhile, Matilda tried her best to school her expression while replying, “I came to look for my son. I wouldn’t

even be here if not for him.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Sophia’s mouth before she turned to look at John. After asking if Matilda had had

dinner, John brought the dishes he cooked into the dining room. Setting foot into the house, Matilda said, “I haven’t

had dinner, so I was thinking of dining with you outside.” Seeing John in an apron seemed to incite feelings of

distress within her. “Why did you choose to cook on your own? You shouldn’t be subjecting yourself to this.”

However, Sophia paid her remarks no heed. After John handed her a bowl of rice, she dug in and focused her

attention on eating. John also handed Matilda her bowl of rice. “Since you’re here, let us eat together. I made all of

the dishes today, so why don’t you have a taste?”

Although with a little dismay, Matilda accepted the offer while glancing at Sophia from the corner of her eye.

Seemingly trying to excuse her presence, she said, “I will taste them since John made it. He is my son, so I’m not

actually imposing myself on anyone.”

Sophia nearly burst out laughing, but managed to suppress it into a dainty smile. “Just take your seat. You don’t