Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 927

John stood there, sighing deeply. Of course, he understood everything perfectly well. It was just that he still held a grudge.

Last time, when Ian came back, he was so angry he couldn't sleep well at night. Naturally, he wanted to make Sophia jealous this time.

However, Sophia didn't react at all despite him feeling that he had used all the tricks up his sleeve. The more Sophia acted like this, the more displeasure he felt in his heart. He couldn't control himself wanting to prove that he still had a place in Sophia's heart.

Just like that, John stood there for a while before finally turning back to the room.

He didn't keep his movements quiet this time. In fact, he deliberately made loud noises when he went to the bathroom to shower.

The truth was that Sophia wasn’t sound asleep and was only half-unconscious. Thus, his noises woke her right up. She slowly sat up and shouted at the bathroom, "Are you crazy? Why are you making such loud noises?"

Pushing open the bathroom door, John leaned out of the bathroom. "Oh, I’m taking a shower. Did I wake you?"

Sophia glared at him wordlessly and lay down again.

Now, John was already done with his shower, so he quickly turned off the bathroom lights, came out, and lay on the bed. "Isabelle brought a lot of documents over to show me today. I didn't pay attention to the time and worked until this late.”


















Sophia didn't want to talk to him at all, so she closed her eyes without saying a word.

After John finished speaking, he waited a long time for Sophia's reply that never came. So, he put his arm around her, which she quickly shook away. "Go to sleep. Why are you talking so much?"

Knowing that Sophia was not sleepy yet, John continued, "Actually, I think Isabelle is also quite pitiful. You have no idea how chaotic the Bailey Family is now. Her brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophia turned her back to him. "What a load of nonsense."

John paused; the remaining words were stuck in his throat. He wasn't angry though. Since Sophia was giving him a bad attitude, he felt that it was possible that she was jealous. So, a little bit of joy rose in his heart.

John sometimes felt that he was rather strange in the head. Why do I like Sophia being upset at me?

After waiting for a moment, John lay down completely. He mumbled to himself, "Actually, I used to think that Isabelle was quite pretentious, but now, I think she has her own difficulties that made her like that." In short, she was an unfortunate soul as well.

Sophia rolled her eyes, knowing that John could not see her. Is this jerk actually complimenting Isabelle in front of me? Is he brainless or what?

Seeing that Sophia still ignored him, John really couldn't continue with the topic anymore, so he simply added, “Well, it's late now. Good night.”



On the other side of the bed, Sophia stared into the darkness for a long time. In the end, her mind became a little confused, so she simply chose to close her eyes and stop thinking.

On the other side of the bed, Sophia stared into the darkness for a long time. In the end, her mind became a little confused, so she simply chose to close her eyes and stop thinking.

When morning came, Sophia woke up earlier than John. She sat up in a daze. After a while, she got up to carry out her morning routine. When she came out of the bathroom, she did not wake John, but went downstairs by herself.

The air was very fresh this early in the morning, so Sophia went to stand in the open space in front of the main building.

After a moment, Old Mrs. Constance came down as well. She walked slowly to Sophia, and then asked, "Did you not sleep well?"

Sophia turned her head to glance at Old Mrs. Constance. "How could I not sleep well? My sleep was great.”

She was clearly bad at acting, for Old Mrs. Constance smiled helplessly. "If you mind it very much, just tell John about it. If you don't tell him, he will never understand. Men and us women think differently."

Sophia stared into the distance before she replied, "No matter how different we are, he should know in his heart what should and shouldn’t be done. The more he acts like this, the more thankful I am that I haven’t remarried him yet."