Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 472

John raised a brow. "She's with you? But I could clearly tell that her body is more receptive toward me.'

Alright, that is very shameless of him. Ian stood up right away in a fit of anger.

In response, John moved his legs off the coffee table and stood up after Ian. "Ian Morgan, you've been present everywhere, which is very irritating to me. Now, you should know how that feels, but still, this is just the beginning for you." Next, he turned around and walked all the way out of the door with the trash bag in his hands. "Sophia is mine. Remember that: she can only be mine."

He then threw the trash outside. The bag was full of things he gathered when he briefly cleaned up

Sophia's room, wiping off any trace of his existence. Sophia was a carefree person, so she probably would not even notice anything when she woke up the next day. After taking out the trash, he got into his car and drove away.

Ian stood near the sofa for a while before taking a look at the landing of the second floor. He was being careless this time. Who would have thought that John would grab the opportunity at this time? Anyway, he didn't stand there for long. At first, he wanted to go up and check on Sophia, but he was worried that he'd witness an unsavory scene. After giving it some thought, he decided against that.

Thus, he stood up and slowly walked out from the living room, switching off the lights and closing the door along the way. John's car was parked some distance down the road. The moment he saw Ian leaving, he felt relieved.

As for Sophia, she had no idea of what had happened that night. The next morning, she woke up, checked herself and took a look around her room. Last night, she had a dream; she dreamed that John, that jerk, had done lots of disgusting things to her. That guy's stamina was still as good as before.

Then, she left the bed and headed to the bathroom, where she stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Aside from some swelling on her lips, she did not notice anything peculiar on her. That animal, John, always loved to leave love marks on her body, but she did not see any on her this time. So, that must have been a dream.