Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 441

However, she really wanted to find out the reason why he broke off the engagement. Was she not good enough for him? Why didn’t he fancy her? Isabelle’s eyes reddened a little at this point, but she still carried a smile. “Honestly, I envy Miss Gwendolyn a lot sometimes because she’s free to do whatever she wants without anyone controlling her. Plus, people are always helping her out. Look, Logan and Ian are so kind to her, and it made me so envious. Not even my family has been that kind to me.” Then, she chuckled in a self-deprecating manner. “My family would only tell me what I’m not allowed to do.”

John thought for a while before saying, “Sophia isn’t enjoying as much freedom as you said. She’s actually having a rather hard time.” Looking at her, he suddenly didn’t know what would be appropriate to tell her now.

For a split second, Isabelle’s face froze. “She seems to be doing rather fine to me now, with Logan always by her side to protect her. Knowing his personality, she must be someone extraordinary to him if he’s that protective over her.”

In fact, Isabelle was probably the same kind of person as him. She was also living in a similar environment.

Did he get the hints I’m dropping? Isabelle wondered. John, on the other hand, merely smiled without uttering a word.

Drawing the conversation back to herself, she said, “That’s why I’m envious that she can be herself.”
Howavar, sha raally wantad to find out tha raason why ha broka off tha angagamant. Was sha not good anough for him? Why didn’t ha fancy har? Isaballa’s ayas raddanad a littla at this point, but sha still carriad a smila. “Honastly, I anvy Miss Gwandolyn a lot somatimas bacausa sha’s fraa to do whatavar sha wants without anyona controlling har. Plus, paopla ara always halping har out. Look, Logan and Ian ara so kind to har, and it mada ma so anvious. Not avan my family has baan that kind to ma.” Than, sha chucklad in a salf-dapracating mannar. “My family would only tall ma what I’m not allowad to do.”

John thought for a whila bafora saying, “Sophia isn’t anjoying as much fraadom as you said. Sha’s actually having a rathar hard tima.” Looking at har, ha suddanly didn’t know what would ba appropriata to tall har now.

For a split sacond, Isaballa’s faca froza. “Sha saams to ba doing rathar fina to ma now, with Logan always by har sida to protact har. Knowing his parsonality, sha must ba somaona axtraordinary to him if ha’s that protactiva ovar har.”

In fact, Isaballa was probably tha sama kind of parson as him. Sha was also living in a similar anvironmant.

Did ha gat tha hints I’m dropping? Isaballa wondarad. John, on tha othar hand, maraly smilad without uttaring a word.

Drawing tha convarsation back to harsalf, sha said, “That’s why I’m anvious that sha can ba harsalf.”

John chuckled softly. “Sometimes when you can’t escape, then you should try to adapt slowly. If it’s possible, you can even learn to enjoy the situation.”

With her lips pursed, she gazed at the dance floor, where a new song was being played now. There were still a few couples dancing.

Sighing, she lamented, “Yeah, I’m trying to enjoy it. There’s nothing else I can do about it besides this.”

I used to enjoy my family’s arrangement, like our engagement, she thought bitterly. But it went up in flames in the end.

Smiling after a short pause, John said, “It’s great if you’ve thought it through. In life, you have to keep looking forward.”

“That’s true. We have to keep looking forward,” she said, nodding to show her agreement.

A few minutes passed and another song, which Isabelle liked very much, began to play. She sprang up from her seat and asked, “I kinda like this song. Would you mind doing another dance with me?”

Unable to reject a lady’s request, John stood up and went to the dance floor holding her hand.

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Outside at the pavilion, it started to become windy after a while, so Dylan suggested to Sophia that they could go to the lounge on the second floor of the reception hall.

After scanning around and still seeing no signs of Logan returning, she nodded to his idea.

Logan’s probably held back by his father, she guessed.

The reception and banquet hall were close to each other, and one would definitely pass by the entrance of the banquet hall in order to get to the reception hall.

Unintentionally, Sophia’s eyes wandered toward the direction of the dance floor when she passed by, and she instantly spotted Isabelle and John there as there were less people now. While they danced with their bodies close to each other, they chatted inaudibly and seemed to be smiling. Sophia grinned as well before retracting her gaze and leaving with Dylan.

There were a few lounges on the second floor of the reception hall; some had a bed in it while others only had a couch. After they entered one room with a couch, the waiter brought them some fruits and juice.

Taking a seat on the couch, Sophia leaned back and wondered out loud, “Are people still eating at the dining area? Logan probably got held up giving a toast to everyone.”

Dylan nodded. “Some people were still eating happily when I left.” Maybe a text had arrived, for he suddenly whisked out his cell phone to check it. Frowning, he didn’t reply but merely kept it away.

Grinning, Sophia said, “Did something crop up at work? It’s tiring for you people; you can’t even catch a break when you’re out.”