Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 1197

Feeling a tad thirsty after having finished eating the dessert, Sophia picked up the juice that’d been prepared at the side and took a sip. Ah, life is just perfect now! Just when I’ve eaten, drank, and slept, energy imbues me! Slowly getting to her feet, she carefully stretched her arms and legs. “How pleasant! What should we do now?”

John burst into laughter. Walking over to her, he held her chin and tilted her head up. Then, he kissed her. After lingering on her lips for some time, he finally released her. “You’re heartless. You ate everything without leaving me anything.”

Sophia giggled maniacally. “You’ve already gotten a taste, no?”

Smacking his lips, John countered, “I couldn’t quite taste it.”

“How shameless! Fine, I’ll give you another taste, then.” Going on her tiptoes, Sophia pecked him on the corner of his mouth.

Lifting a hand, John pinched her face, smiling as well. Recently, he always had a smile on his face.

Initially, Sophia thought that conflicts might arise between them when they got fed up with each other when he had no work to keep him occupied. After all, she was well aware that he wasn’t one to mollify others or say pleasant words. Coupled with the fact that she was rather sensitive at this time, she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t take offense at him.

But from the look of things now, she was wrong. Their relationship had been flourishing these few days he’d been keeping her company at home. Not only did he often whisper sweet nothings to her, but he even waited on her attentively and patiently, good-natured all the time.

They then returned to the main building together. Old Mrs. Constance was watching television on the sofa, the television blasting with strains of singing from a musical.

Sophia didn’t quite understand musicals, but still, she kept Old Mrs. Constance company. Old Mrs. Constance turned and glanced at her. “William and Matilda are coming back today, so it’ll be lively.”

Surprise swamped Sophia. “Oh, they’re finally coming back?”

At this, Old Mrs. Constance laughed. “It’s just because I’ve called a few times to grouse. They’re probably feeling embarrassed, so they said they’ll come back and stay for a few days.” After she’d finished saying this, she heaved a sigh. “Well, I understand if you young people want to go out and live alone, but why are they still so keen on living alone at their age?”

Giggling, Sophia leaned against her arm. “Ah, you’ve got to understand that they hadn’t yet seen the light when they were young. Hence, they’re now overcompensating.”

But from the look of things now, she was wrong. Their relationship had been flourishing these few days he’d been keeping her company at home. Not only did he often whisper sweet nothings to her, but he even waited on her attentively and patiently, good-natured all the time.

Old Mrs. Constance then watched television for a while before she suddenly recalled something and turned to look at her. “Did Logan contact you? What’s the status of his relationship with Lola now?”

Sophia truly had no idea about this since Logan didn’t phone her nowadays. He often called her back then and asked her out, but he seldom did so ever since she returned to Constance Residence. There was also another possibility—she was now pregnant, so it wasn’t convenient for her to go out.

Old Mrs. Constance’s gaze went back to the television, but her words were still directed to Sophia. “After mulling it over, I actually think that Logan and Lola indeed make quite a good match. I could tell that she’s a decent girl with just a glance. Anyway, never mind if she can’t get together with Dylan. I won’t fret about it anymore.”

Sophia pursed her lips. She’s still thinking about introducing some girl to Dylan. Although her words were meant to congratulate them, it still sounded full of regret. She patted Old Mrs. Constance’s hand, saying nothing.

The few of them remained home for the rest of the afternoon. Despite doing nothing much, time passed in a blur. When evening fell, William came back very early with Matilda.