Chapter 1606


    Chapter 1606 Beginner’s Luck


    Old Mrs. Constance froze for a moment before she let out a sigh. “Okay. I haven’t visited your


    grandfather in a while, anyway. I wonder if he’d me me for it.”


    John tried his best to lighten the mood. “Of course not. Grandpa was always afraid of you—he’d never


    me you for such a thing.”


    The olddy burst intoughter. “Nonsense! He was never afraid of me. His temper is worse than mine.


    Although he’d act like he was going ording to my wishes, he would always end up doing things his


    own way. He was never afraid of making me mad.”


    This time, John merely chuckled without saying anything else. After a while, Sophia came downstairs.


    She had dolled herself up and changed into a maxi dress. John narrowed his eyes and stared at


    Sophia, but he didn’t say much. Old Mrs. Constance, on the other hand, chuckled as she looked at


    Sophia. “I’ve always heard people saying that women turn old after giving birth. But look at Sophia! She


    didn’t change at all—she still looks like a youngdy.”


    John turned around and lowered the baby into the cot. “Her appearances might not have changed, but


    she’s a mother now. She’s no longer just a youngdy.”


    Old Mrs. Constance looked rather stunned to hear John’s words. “What’s this? Are you feeling uneasy


    because of how gorgeous your wife is?”


    Sophia continued to ignore John. “You don’t need to listen to him, Grandma. He’s just worried that he


    can’t match up to my standards because he’s aging so much quicker than I am.”


    John shed her a re. “I dare you to say that again,” he muttered grumpily.


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    She simply scoffed and retrieved her purse. “I’m going out now. Are youing or not?”


    He wanted to follow along, of course. He had intended to bring their child, but he decided that his n


    wouldn’t work as they were heading out a little too early. They would have to bring all sorts of childcare


    items if they wanted to bring the baby out—it was too much trouble.


    John didn’t need to change his clothes—all he had to do was throw a coat on. “Of course I’ming


    along. Let’s go.”


    Sophia waved goodbye to Old Mrs. Constance before she and John headed out together. Both of them


    were quiet as they made their way to the parking lot, and John only spoke up after they got into the car.


    “Why are you dressed so nicely? The people there are all people we know; you don’t need to dress


    nicely for them.”


    Sophia couldn’t even be bothered to nce in John’s direction. “Just don’t look at me if you don’t want


    to see me dressed up,” she muttered.


    He scoffed. “Everyone there has seen you when you were in confinement after pregnancy. I don’t think


    it matters whether or not you put any makeup on today.”


    Sophia knitted her brows. “Are you trying to start a fight? I can get the driver to send me if you don’t


    want to go over. We could have our gathering tonight without you.”


    Despite his gloomy expression, John started the car and began to drive without talking at all. Neither of


    them broke the silence along the way to Logan’s clubhouse. Both of them had been filled with passion


    and lust when both their bodies were pressed together the night before, but they were starting to bicker


    and throw tantrums the very next morning.


    Sophia had the urge to give John a long lecture, but a part of her understood that John only said those


    things because he was jealous. John seemed to lose his mind whenever the matter was rted to Ian.


    Well… I guess I understand. He’s just a little too annoying sometimes. Whenever he gets jealous, it’s


    almost like he’s lost half of his brain cells. It makes me speechless every time.


    By the time Sophia and John arrived at Logan’s clubhouse, they found Logan and L ying poker in


    the room. L was still seated by the table and gambling despite her pregnant belly. However, she was


    clearly unfamiliar with the game as she kept losing money. Logan didn’t seem to mind—he even looked


    like he was enjoying himself as he paid for L’s losses.


    L, on the other hand, was rather frustrated at herself. “I remember taking 90,000 out. How am I left


    with just this amount after ying for a short while?”


    The dealer of their table chuckled at her words. “How generous of you, Mrs. Jefferson. Your luck seems


    to be rubbing off on me!”


    Logan raised his hand and tugged onto the dealer’s arm. “Is that how you’re supposed to talk to her?”


    he hissed.


    The dealer quickly changed his words. “My bad. My bad! That was blind luck. I think Mrs. Jefferson’s


    skills are really impressive too.”


    The dealer might have been trying to praise her, but L knew herself the best. She smacked her lips


    for a moment before she spoke. “Let’s go again. I’ve heard people say that beginners have more luck


    than seasoned yers. Why hasn’t it worked on me so far? Let’s do it again.”