Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 779

Old Mrs. Constance’s movements were slow, so Sophia had to match her pace. The two of them went toward Old Mrs. Constance’s room, after which Sophia suddenly said, “That Madam Bloom appears to really like Mr. Constance.”

“Even you can tell.” Old Mrs. Constance nodded.

Laughing, she explained, “It’s really too obvious.”

Old Mrs. Constance nodded again and said earnestly, “To be honest, there isn’t any fault that I can find in her. However, the matter between her and William has always been a thorn in my heart. That year, she was the one who abandoned William, so I feel uncomfortable every time I think about it.”

Unsure of the incidents in the past, she merely gave a noncommittal grunt. When they went into the room, she did not leave at once.

Sophia helped Old Mrs. Constance get into bed, then she said, “But considering how we treated her today, won’t Mr. Constance be upset if he finds out? Will he think that we’re meddling in his private matter? Besides…”

Sophia hesitated before continuing, “Besides, what if he likes Madam Bloom?”

Laughing, Old Mrs. Constance glanced at Sophia. “Little brat, what do you want to find out from me? Just say it to my face.”

Sophia grinned and replied, “It’s nothing much. I’m just a little curious about Mr. Constance’s stance on this. He’s too placid, so I don’t really understand him.”

Old Mrs. Constance thought about it. “Well, he is quite placid, I suppose. However, I’ve always thought that he’s an open book.”

For example, when William returned with John, John had gone upstairs first while he followed after a brief hesitation. It was obvious that he had gone and looked for Matilda, but he did not find her, yet he was too embarrassed to ask anybody.

Old Mrs. Constance saw it all clearly.

After he came down, he was embarrassed to speak so forthrightly, so he started complaining about Matilda, saying that she was such a picky woman that she probably couldn’t adapt well now that she had suddenly moved in here. He kept saying how she might not be able to sleep well and how it was challenging to change her habits when she had become accustomed to them.

But all of it simply meant that Matilda would be unaccustomed to being arranged to sleep in a random room.

Old Mrs. Constance ignored him, but she naturally knew what he was trying to say. After all, they were divorced, so he and Matilda certainly could not sleep in the same room. Their relationship was rather different from John and Sophia’s.

Sophia thought for a while before saying, “I thought it was obvious too, but as soon as Madam Bloom came, I’m not so sure anymore.” Perhaps Yolanda was so proactive because she had privately interacted with William.

By then, Old Mrs. Constance was really drowsy, so she closed her eyes and said softly, “William… I didn’t expect him to go down the same path as John.”

Sophia stared at Old Mrs. Constance for a while before getting up and slowly retreating from the room. She didn’t go downstairs right away either. Downstairs is currently Matilda’s battlefield. I bet she doesn’t want anyone to disturb her now.

Hence, Sophia turned and went back to her room. She had nothing to do, so she just lay on the bed and checked her phone. Just now, she hadn’t paid any attention to it, and now she realized there was an unread message from Ian. He didn’t say anything outrageous, only that things were about to come to an end over there, and he wanted to see her when he came back.

Meeting each other was such a trivial matter that it didn’t need to be said at all. Considering their deep friendship, she certainly should celebrate with him after his return.

Sophia stared at the phone for a while but chose not to reply. She put it down and leaned against the headboard in a daze. Ian is a good man. Actually, she knew that if she got together with him, her life would be pretty good. After all, Ian was kinder than John, so life with him should be stress-free. It was just that feelings were something that couldn’t be controlled. No matter how good Ian was, she wasn’t able to harbor any romantic feelings for him.

After Sophia lay down for a while, she became rather drowsy. Just before she fell asleep, there was a knock on the door, followed by Matilda entering. Sophia squinted at her. “Has Madam Bloom left?”

Nodding, Matilda came and sat by Sophia’s bed. “We didn’t talk much. She said she really didn’t know that we'd come back here. I find this situation rather odd, so tell me, why did she come here today?”