Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 148

Isabelle turned and stared in the direction of the door. The voices sounded very near, and Sophia's giggles were even laced with shyness. Everyone in the room could hear the sounds from the corridor outside, so almost everyone was looking at the door.

When Sophia and John appeared at the room door, Sophia was holding onto John's arm, her entire person leaning against him as though she was boneless. John, on the other hand, was on the other side of the door, so his expression wasn't quite discernible. Tittering, Sophia continued, "I couldn't possibly finish everything. What a waste!"

After John's figure had passed the door, he languidly countered, "Weren't you fond of such wastage in the past?" His voice was actually very placid without any particular emotion, but it sounded somewhat indulgent.

Pursing her lips, Isabelle heaved a long and silent sigh. Everything Mrs. Constance told me doesn't quite fit the situation now. Beside her, Old Mr. Bailey lost his temper and snorted before he sprang up and slammed the door closed. Isabelle retracted her gaze. After a few seconds, she then chuckled. "Alright, let's eat. Don't let such trivial things ruin our mood." Elder Mr. Bailey seemed to have something to say, but after glancing at her, he kept silent. A strange atmosphere lingered in the room.

Sophia, on the other hand, was walking on air. Only after getting into the car did she instantly squash the smile on her face. She stretched lazily before exclaiming, "Ah, how gratifying!" However, it wasn't certain whether she was referring to the fact that she'd stretched her muscles or deliberately riled some people.

John said nothing, starting the car and driving away. When they were halfway home, his cell phone rang. Sophia initially didn't bother, but she then glimpsed the caller ID as she watched him take his cell phone out. Thus, she tut-tutted at him. "You're driving, so you shouldn't be taking phone calls. Don't you know that it's dangerous? Here, give it to me. I'll answer it for you."

Without giving him a chance to react, she lunged at him and snatched his cell phone away. Then, she swiped to unlock the screen and answered the call right away, feigning ignorance as to the caller's identity. "Hello?" There was a sudden silence on the other end, so she repeated the greeting before grousing, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Subsequently, she put on a convincing show of looking at the caller ID and exclaiming in surprise, "It's a call from your mother! Hah, if I'd known that it's her, I wouldn't have answered it." These words were directed to John, but still, she placed the call on loudspeaker and handed it to him.

John truly didn't want to take offense to such a petty trick, so he merely greeted his mother and asked what the matter was.

On the other end, Mrs. Constance was hopping mad. The disdain in Sophia's voice was plain as day, and she heard every single word crystal clear. However, knowing that Sophia was right beside John, she couldn't talk smack about her, so she merely asked John whether he'd eaten and whether he'd been busy recently, all superficial questions.

After answering her briefly, John then hung up on the pretext of driving, aware that she was rather ill at ease on the other end.

Meanwhile, Sophia was humming as she sat cross-legged on the seat, appearing incredibly content. Truthfully speaking, this look of hers was really irritating. Upon seeing that he'd hung up the phone, she snorted. "By the way, your mother is truly nice to you."

John glanced at her from his peripheral vision, only to see that she was still wearing a joyous expression. He pursed his lips, recalling the fact that Old Mr. Constance once said that Sophia's parents abandoned her when she was young. If it weren't for those two people, she wouldn't have had to lead such a difficult life. Nonetheless, from her expression now, she doesn't seem to have much longing for familial affection.

When they arrived home, Sophia swung open the car door and checked on the flowers she'd planted before returning to her bedroom. They both parted ways in the corridor, yet neither said a word.

Back in her room, Sophia looked at her cell phone, only to see that the singer was really coming. He said that his flight would be arriving tomorrow and asked her when she had time. Sophia was momentarily surprised before she swiftly replied to his text. At present, I have nothing but money and time.