Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 245

Walking over to the window, he lit a cigarette, then opened half of the window, looking at the night view outside.

There was some feeling of satisfaction from getting payback, for the contents of his chats with Ian actually made him very uncomfortable.

By venting all his feelings on Sophia, the stuffy sensation in his chest was finally gone.

So what if they got divorced? So what if they had bought a ring? Tonight, when they were both clear-headed, he still had her underneath him.

John smoked his cigarette quickly. Soon, only the cigarette butt was left.

He threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and then blew out the cigarette smoke.

After closing the window, John returned to the bed. At this time, Sophia was already deeply asleep, her body curled into a small ball.

John looked at her. After taking a shower just now, the gauze on Sophia's leg was taken off, and the wound was now exposed.

The wound was actually not that big. He had been careful when washing her just now. The wound was fine after the shower, and seemed like it had healed.

But John still went to grab the first aid kit.

He was very patient as he helped her bandage her wound again before lying down.

After that, he turned off the bedside lamp. The bed was huge, but the two of them slept on each side, separated.

Sophia didn't wake up until noon the next day, and John was long gone by then.

Dizzy still, she sat on the bed for a long time.

Her memory slowly returned, and Sophia finally remembered what exciting things had happened last night.

She scratched her hair, not feeling any regrets.

She was clear-headed when they did it, and so was John.

Besides, John took the initiative yesterday.

Sophia felt that if they were keeping score, she was the one who actually had the upper hand.

Regarding what happened on the bed last night, she had already done it with John many times before anyway, so it wouldn’t matter if they did it one more time.

What she was wondering right now was what John’s thoughts were right now.

Could it be that a man's body and feelings could really be separated completely?

If that was the case, then it would be really interesting.

After a while, Sophia got up. She put on her pajamas and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she stood in front of the sink, she stopped moving.

John, that son of a b*tch. He must’ve done it on purpose.

When Sophia looked at the marks on her neck and on her collarbone in the mirror, that gentle feeling in her heart disappeared in an instant.

All that was left was her gnashing her teeth.

How dare he leave hickeys somewhere so obvious in the summer?

Does this mean I have to wear high-collar shirts?

It was terrible.

After Sophia angrily brushed her teeth and washed her face, she returned to the room and gave John a call.

It was terrible.

After Sophia angrily brushed her teeth and washed her face, she returned to the room and gave John a call.

John answered the call quite quickly. Before Sophia could speak, he said, "Last night, you and I had sex. There is no need to ask about this."

"Bah!" Sophia couldn't help it. "I was clear-headed yesterday. Wouldn't I know this? I just wanted to ask you, these hickeys on my neck, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?"

John murmured a perfunctory assent. "How could I hold myself back in a situation like yesterday?"

Sophia's face turned red immediately.

Wh-What is this guy talking about?

He wasn’t like this before.

Sophia hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say in response to John's words.

Fortunately, John didn't let the atmosphere die down, and he continued, "You just got up?"

"Yes," Sophia responded. Then, she heard John speak again, "You must be exhausted from last night. You should quickly make something for yourself."

Sophia was taken aback. This blasted son of a—

She almost swore out loud.

Did he unlock a new skill last night?

This time, Sophia didn't say a word and hung up the phone without hesitation.

She stood still and took two deep breaths, then dropped her phone on the bed.