Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 582

Sophia grunted in acknowledgment. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them over later.”

When Matilda came in, she glanced at Sophia, but her expression was much more mellow this time, no longer looking as though Sophia owed her money.

Meanwhile, Sophia’s movements were slow and measured, not the slightest bit frantic.

After Matilda and Isabelle had taken their seats, Isabelle’s lips curved into a smile. “Have you ever been here, Mrs. Constance? I think Ms. Gwendolyn’s shop is quite nice with a pleasant décor.”

Matilda murmured in affirmation. “Yes, I’ve been here a few times.” I told her this a long time ago.

Nodding, Isabelle pretended as though she’d just known about it. “Then, is there anything you like in particular? I’d appreciate a recommendation.”

Matilda couldn’t quite figure out what Isabelle was trying to do. “Everything here is nice.” At this, Isabelle giggled but said nothing further.

When Sophia was done preparing the order, she carried everything over to their table before returning to the counter once more. Then, she took out her cell phone and started watching the short videos in her recommendation list. These short videos are actually quite interesting, each creative in its way. She initially had no interest in such a thing, but as she watched one after the other, she grew pretty enthusiastic, so much so that she didn’t hear whatever Isabelle said to her.

Pursing her lips, Isabelle looked on as she kept her focus on her cell phone while blocking out the world. Although she was well aware that it was deliberate on Sophia’s part, she didn’t grow incensed. Instead, she turned to Matilda. “Mrs. Constance, did John tell you when he’s coming back from his business trip this time?”

For some reason, Matilda felt ill at ease as she sat there. Nonetheless, she replied, “No. There isn’t a specific time frame for the business trip this time. He said he’ll see how it goes later.”

Isabelle nodded. “I actually phoned him last night, but I didn’t ask him about his business trip. I just asked about the news on the Internet.”

Upon hearing this, Matilda was stunned. “Really?”

Isabelle stirred her coffee with a spoon, but she didn’t drink any. “He assured me that it’s merely a gimmick by the media, and it’s all drivel.” Matilda didn’t respond, so she chortled and continued, “He also said he doesn’t care about all that. As long as he has done nothing wrong, he’s not afraid of all the gossip.”

Taking a sip of coffee, Matilda grunted in acknowledgment. I really can’t tell whether she’s telling the truth or otherwise. I just feel as though it’s not quite right. After all, I’ve also phoned John some time ago, and he boldly admitted it. Could it be that she’s intentionally saying this because of Sophia’s presence? But what’s the use of doing so? Sophia won’t give a whit even if she says all this. Rather, it makes her appear petty. For the first time, she felt that Isabelle wasn’t as laid-back as Sophia in matters of the heart.

She then stole a peek at Sophia out of the corner of her eye, only to see that she had her attention focused on her cell phone, obviously paying no attention to the two of them. Letting out a sigh, she suggested, “Belle, I know of a newly-opened restaurant whose food is delicious. Let’s not eat pastries anymore. It’s going to be dinnertime soon, so how about going for dinner?”

Isabelle scrutinized her. She seems rather different from her usual self today. When she sees Sophia in the past, she always flies into a rage at once, but now, she hasn’t uttered a single remark to make things difficult for her. Besides, I even vaguely sense that she appears to be steering me away from creating a conflict with Sophia here. “Are you hungry, Mrs. Constance?” she queried.

Matilda mumbled vaguely in affirmation. “I planned to take you out for a meal in the first place. This isn’t all that nutritious, so there’s no benefit in consuming it. Come, I’ll treat you to a sumptuous spread.”

Pursing her lips, Isabelle only agreed after a few seconds had passed. Actually, she hadn’t taken a single bite of anything sold in Sophia’s shop from beginning to end.

She then went over to pay, but Sophia merely pointed at the QR code payment at the side without even lifting her head to look at her. “Over there.”