Old Mrs. Constance told him, "A few days ago, your Aunt Jennifer went for a tarot card reading for
Dylan for romance. The result wasn't good and she lost her appetite for two meals after she returned.'
John knitted his brows. "Card readings are not accurate. You can't believe in that."
The old lady stared at him. "To be honest, the reason I wanted you to go to the monastery with me is to get a card reading as well. I wanted to see how's the reading for your romance."
"If that's the case, I definitely won't go." John smiled. "If I ended up like Dylan, I might stop eating for two days when I get home."
She laughed jovially. "Oh, it's hard to tell that you care about these superstitions. I thought that you wouldn't care no matter how the reading turns out.'
Well, it was true that John couldn't care less about the predictions from the card reading. However, any predictions of bad luck would more or less affect his mood. Old Mrs. Constance mulled over it and sighed. "John, when will you finally understand your true feelings?'
He froze in the middle of eating and fell silent at his grandmother's remark.
After dinner, he went to the open space in front of the main building, where he lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Soon, his staff sent him a text, notifying him that Ian went to meet Sophia.
He smirked and replied with an order to keep an eye on how long Ian spent at Sophia's place. If
Ian was still there late at night, he demanded to be notified. His staff got the order and went ahead.
On the other side, Ian had been lingering in front of Sophia's door before entering her house. As
Sophia was busy in the kitchen, she totally did not notice that someone had reached her place. So, when Ian called her from the living room, she jumped, feeling startled.
She came out of the kitchen to greet him and beamed. "l heard that you were in a discussion about the talent show with Miss Lorraine today. How was it? Are the details finalized?"
She nodded. "l heard that it was him who sent me home. Well, John at least still acts like a human with a conscience sometimes.'
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