Instead of looking fierce, she looked adorable.
Logan stared at her and smacked his lips, then he changed the topic. “I always thought being John’s wife is the ultimate lottery for women, but the more I look at you, Sophia, the more I think John’s the lucky one to have married you.”
Sophia looked at John. Is he a good man? Yes. Even though he doesn’t love me, he never flirts with someone else. But so what? He didn’t make me feel happy. Sophia looked back at Logan and smiled. “You’re being objective.”
John snorted silently. I’m lucky? Yeah, right.
Now that Sophia was here, they couldn’t go into details about their earlier chat, so Logan talked about some other topic. He said Bryce was a f*ckboy who had many women out there when he was young. Ian’s mother was one, and Leah was another. They were only two of many though. Most of the women only appeared once and never again. These two were remembered because one gave Bryce a son, while the other married into the family.
Ian’s mother wasn’t cunning enough, so she was eliminated, while Leah was a schemer. In the end, she managed to trick Bryce into registering her name in the family book.
Sophia slapped her leg. “What was up with that old git? He doesn’t back Ian up? If it wasn’t for him, Ian wouldn’t have to live this harshly!”
Logan clicked his tongue. “That old git just tries to be a mediator now. He can’t even stand on the right side today! I had to curse all of them to relieve my anger. Man, seeing them getting livid is fun.”
Sophia nodded angrily. “That old git hasn’t met me! If he does, I’ll teach him a proper lesson!” Then, still sounding indignant, she added, “And also those b*stards of the Morgan household!” John looked back at her, who was sitting cross-legged, looking furious.
Logan said, “See! I told them that. Those trash haven’t met you, or they’d be walloped now.”
John frowned at Logan. “Confident, aren’t you?” he asked calmly.
John frowned at Logan. “Confident, aren’t you?” he asked calmly.
For some reason, Sophia nodded. “Of course I’m confident in my skills.”
Logan blindly followed her. “You can try it out when the chance comes, Sophia.”
John’s expression changed. When the chance comes?
The dumb Logan didn’t notice something was wrong, then he changed the topic. “I was going to play some poker with you guys, but eh, seems like I’m not getting it.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “Don’t open a club then, mate. Just open a whole casino.”
Logan chuckled. “I did think of that, but I don’t want them troublemakers to come to my place. Things would probably get difficult for me if I get dragged down by them.”
Sophia got down from the sofa, then she went up to him and tugged at the golden chain on his neck. “You’re wearing this, so you don’t look particularly tame either.”
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