Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 145

From the beginning to the end, John didn't show much astonishment or surprise at Sophia's appearance, so despite the two people praising her to the skies at the side, she merely felt that it was passable. I probably won't stand out at a party filled with stunning beauties.

After scrutinizing herself from head to toe and replaceing no flaws, Sophia then changed back into her clothes, leaving the makeup to be removed at home later. I wonder how much this evening gown costs. Ah, no matter. It's not my money anyway.

When she'd packed the shoes as well, John took them over to the car. Meanwhile, Sophia got into the car after bidding the two people farewell. "I'm starving."

While putting on his seatbelt, John suggested, "Let's dine out." It's so late now. If we're to go home and cook now, it might be a while yet before we get to eat.

Sophia was actually feeling lazy, so she nodded. "Sure."

The car drove toward the city center. At this time, the nightlife had just begun, so traffic was rather heavy, forcing John to drive relatively slower. "What do you want to eat?"

Leaning against the window, Sophia gazed out. "I'm not picky. Let's just eat whatever you want to eat." He's a picky eater, after all.

Upon hearing this, John sped up slightly and headed toward a restaurant right ahead. There were quite a number of cars in front of the restaurant now, but the valet at the entrance instantly jogged over as soon as he saw John since he was a regular patron here. John alighted with Sophia, upon which the valet smiled brightly. "Mr. Constance, this must be Mrs. Constance. Good evening."

John handed him the car key. "Good evening." The valet then drove the car away, while John steered Sophia into the restaurant. He had his regular private room, so the server led the way along a long corridor that was lined with private rooms on both sides.

They'd only taken a few steps when the door of a private room at the side swung open. It was a server coming out with tea, leaving the door wide open. With a casual glance, Sophia spotted the people in the room, and naturally, the people inside likewise caught sight of her and John.

Sophia smacked her lips. Damn it, it's just a small world. Isabelle was sitting in the room, and beside her was Elder Mr. Bailey. These were the two persons she'd seen before, so the others in there today had to be of the Bailey Family as well. In the blink of an eye, John had also glimpsed the people in the room. He hesitated slightly, and Sophia could sense that he was reluctant to stop.

The server then wanted to close the door behind him after exiting, but Isabelle blurted, "Wait!" Nonetheless, one couldn't be certain whether she was directing this to the server or John outside.

The server stopped short and opened the door. "Yes? Is there anything else?"

Isabelle got up and went over in a few steps. Meanwhile, John had already taken several strides forward while the server was about to close the door. Coming over, Isabelle stood by the door. "Mr. Constance."

Standing beside John, Sophia surreptitiously reached out and took his arm. Halting, John turned and looked at Isabelle. "Miss Bailey, what a coincidence!"

Upon seeing this, the server retreated. There was, however, another server who'd been leading John to his private room, and that person was standing beside Sophia. Sophia arched an eyebrow. "Is anything the matter?"

Isabelle was momentarily taken aback before she smiled. "No, I just found it quite the coincidence."

Her face devoid of expression, Sophia turned and said to the server, "Please lead the way." Perhaps it was because she had on exquisite makeup today, for she felt incredibly confident now, unafraid of anyone

After Sophia and John entered their private room, John ordered. There were no changes to be discerned from his expression, and Sophia didn't mention Isabelle either.

The server then left after they'd ordered, and John fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket after a moment's deliberation. He took a cigarette and lit it before taking a puff. Pursing her lips, Sophia grumbled inwardly, Back when we'd just gotten divorced, he still asked me whether I minded for courtesy's sake, but now, he doesn't even bother asking. This rat b*stard had truly changed a lot, huh?