Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 402

Sophia nodded. “Safe trip.” Then, she waited until Ian was gone from her sight before returning to her home, the smile having faded from her face.

When she came back, John was nowhere to be found. Sophia grumbled, “Why’d that jerk have to run around.” She went inside and called him, but there was no response.

Sophia looked up to see that the lights upstairs were turned on. Quickly, she went up and found John in her room, looking around beside her bed. She went inside, unhappy. “Why did you come to my room?”

John glanced back at her but said nothing. He was here to see if there was anything else besides her stuff, but the room was still the same. Even though he knew she wouldn’t date anyone else, with Ian being here, he had to check. If not, he’d feel concerned. Then, he went toward Sophia.

Sophia took two steps back and glared at him. “What do you want?”

Centimeter by centimeter, John closed their distance and leaned toward her. All it would take was for him to take one more step, and he would have kissed her. Sophia inched backward. “Why are you getting so close to me? This place is big enough for the both of us.”

“Why are you blushing?” John smiled.

“Because I’m angry. My face turns red every time I get angry.” Sophia gritted her teeth.

John smirked. “You let him in even at this hour? Aren’t you bold?”

“I let you in too, didn’t I?” She snorted.

“I’m different from him.” He smiled.

“Of course,” she retorted. “You’re in the past, but he’s not. He has a chance.”

John was stumped, and his expression froze up. “You really know how to talk back.” He nodded somewhat helplessly. The more I say, the more she snaps back. She won’t back down, huh?

Sophia looked at him coldly. “Why? I can’t talk back even when you’re wrong? Where’s my freedom?”

John frowned at her, though he didn’t get angry. Never would he expect Sophia to be this hard to argue with. After being in the business world for years, he had a way with words. Most people would shut up when they argued with him, no matter how good of a speaker they were. However, Sophia was an anomaly; for every word he spoke, she would counter with a hundred.

John raised his hand, but before he could do anything else, Sophia covered her chin and neck before taking a step back, much to his surprise. Looking at him on full alert, Sophia demanded, “What do you want to do?”

A while later, John sighed and put his hand down. “Nothing. It’s late. I’m leaving.”

When he was done, John went outside. Sophia followed him closely and quickly locked the front gate after he exited the yard, then she came back inside and locked the door. A frown appeared on her face as she fell into ponderance. Sophia was surprised about how John was behaving this day. Usually, he’d be cranky and gloomy as well as frowning all the time. But he smiled today.

If her memory served her right, he didn’t have any alcohol. If that’s the case, then he must be sick. She turned off the lights and went upstairs.

When John came back to his car, the driver had already fallen asleep. Not bothering to wake his driver up, he went into the backseat and glanced over Sophia’s house.