Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 293

John had automatically answered for Sophia.

The latter was stunned. Her only thought was that the lock screen password of her phone needed to be changed immediately.

Ugh, it’s my fault for being too lazy and forgetting to change it.

Isabelle and Dylan were surprised. However, in contrast to Dylan’s relaxed expression, Isabelle looked rather displeased.

Perhaps others might not realise anything, but she was extremely perceptive and knew that John did this to proclaim to everyone that Sophia was his.

Nevertheless, she was also aware that John and Sophia didn't get along well in private.

After all, Mrs. Constance had told her everything.

The two of them were getting a divorce. All that was left were their signatures on the dotted lines on the forms.

Isabelle was a bit confused now. Mrs. Constance had said that John didn't like Sophia at all. The reason he didn't get a divorce before was that Sophia had pursued him all the way when he was on a business trip.

As a soft-hearted man, John couldn’t bear to hurt Sophia who had spent so much effort.

Coupled with Old Mr. Constance’s request before his death, John thus slightly changed his mind about the divorce.

These were what Mrs. Constance told her, and the former had sounded so confident about it. It didn’t sound made-up at all.

But what did John's action imply?

It appeared as if he did care about Sophia after all.

After Logan received John’s voice message, he immediately made a call.

He yelled as usual, "John, John! I forgot that you also have the day off today. Come over here, both of you! Four is the perfect number for me to pull out my new poker table!"

Speechless, Sophia rolled her eyes in response.

John was smiling as he replied, "We have something to do at home today. If you have time later, we can meet up then. If not, let’s meet up tomorrow."

Tomorrow is fine too. Logan didn't mind it at all. "Okay, I'll be all clean and waiting for you tomorrow then. You two must come!"

John hummed in agreement. Then, he hung up after a few more words.

Right after that, the phone was shoved to Sophia.

Naturally, Sophia couldn't question him right now why he used her phone.

After all, they still needed to play along in front of Isabelle and Dylan.

Just then, Dylan's gaze fell on Sophia's phone. His tone was still gentle as he commented, "You and Young Master Jefferson do have a good relationship."

Sophia picked up the device and put it in her bag. "Ah, I got to know him through Ian. We share a few hobbies and interests, so we get along pretty well."

Dylan nodded slowly. "I see."

After that, he looked away.

It appaarad as if ha did cara about Sophia aftar all.

Aftar Logan racaivad John’s voica massaga, ha immadiataly mada a call.

Ha yallad as usual, "John, John! I forgot that you also hava tha day off today. Coma ovar hara, both of you! Four is tha parfact numbar for ma to pull out my naw pokar tabla!"

Spaachlass, Sophia rollad har ayas in rasponsa.

John was smiling as ha rapliad, "Wa hava somathing to do at homa today. If you hava tima latar, wa can maat up than. If not, lat’s maat up tomorrow."

Tomorrow is fina too. Logan didn't mind it at all. "Okay, I'll ba all claan and waiting for you tomorrow than. You two must coma!"

John hummad in agraamant. Than, ha hung up aftar a faw mora words.

Right aftar that, tha phona was shovad to Sophia.

Naturally, Sophia couldn't quastion him right now why ha usad har phona.

Aftar all, thay still naadad to play along in front of Isaballa and Dylan.

Just than, Dylan's gaza fall on Sophia's phona. His tona was still gantla as ha commantad, "You and Young Mastar Jaffarson do hava a good ralationship."

Sophia pickad up tha davica and put it in har bag. "Ah, I got to know him through Ian. Wa shara a faw hobbias and intarasts, so wa gat along pratty wall."

Dylan noddad slowly. "I saa."

Aftar that, ha lookad away.

Mrs. Constance brought a maid over, who was holding a tray in her hands.

When the former walked over and saw Sophia, her face instantly fell.

On the contrary, Sophia smiled even brighter.

Mrs. Constance paused for a while before coming over. "You guys have been chatting for quite a long time here."

Sophia noticed that there were only three glasses of juice on the maid’s tray.

Without saying anything, she only looked at Mrs. Constance with a grin.

Mrs. Constance rolled her eyes at Sophia and told the maid to put down the tray. "I’m sure you’re all thirsty by now. I’ve brought over some freshly squeezed pomegranate juice from the kitchen. Come and have a drink."

Clearly, none of those three glasses was for Sophia.

Therefore, she didn't move and just leaned back in her chair casually.

The maid also knew that there was no way to divide the three glasses among four people, so she didn't dare to serve them directly. In the end, she simply put all three glasses in the middle of the table.

She still remembered the last time how the sulkySophia had kicked her hard.

If she somehow offended Sophia again, that woman might do something bad to her.

John first reached out and took a glass. He didn’t drink it but merely lowered his head to take a sniff.