Chapter 142


    John stared at Isabelle’s message for a while before replying, ‘Not at all.’ Subsequently, there was


    nothing else from her end.


    Sophia knew that John’s phone dinged and was well aware that he’d received a message. In fact, she


    was almost certain who the sender was, but she didn’t bother looking, not even ncing out the corner


    of her eye.


    She was chatting with the singer back then. The singer said that he’d been going around to a few cities,


    but he didn’t quite like them all, so he was at a loss as to where he should go next. Thus, Sophia


    naturally went along with the conversation and invited him to this city to have a look. There were


    several underground bars in the city center with lounge singers, so she felt that this was a viable option


    for him.


    The singer replied with a smiley and a voice message. Without even thinking about it, Sophia yed it,


    upon which the singer’s voice drifted out, sounding very much alluring. He didn’t say anything


    outrageous, merely saying that he’d treat her to a meal if he decided toe.


    Beaming, Sophia replied, ‘If youe, I’ll treat you to a meal. Perhaps I’ll even let you sample my


    cooking.’


    John stared intently at Sophia. She looks sincere. After a moment’s contemtion, he retracted his


    gaze. Sophia didn’t chat for long either, all noise subsiding after a short while.


    After John was done eating, he didn’t leave immediately but sat there and waited for Sophia. When she


    ced her cutlery down slowly, he finally asked, “Was it the singer we met in the hotel?”


    Sophia raised her eyes and looked at him. “Yup.”


    John tried recalling the person’s countenance. He’s the gentle and elegant type, so he does look quite


    the pair with Sophia. He nodded. “Is heing?” Sophia said yes, so after turning it over in his mind,


    he chuckled. “Do you need me to make myself scarce?”


    Bewilderment swamped Sophia, but after mulling it over for a bit, she could somewhat guess John’s


    meaning. He’s trying to give me some space with that singer. She chortled as well. “We’ll see when he


    arrives. I’ll tell you when I need you to do so.”


    The corners of John’s mouth lifted. “Okay.” After saying that, he stood up and cleared the table. After


    sharing two meals, they both seemed to have a clear division ofbor—Sophia cooked, while John did


    the dishes. Despite knowing that he was somewhat cheating, Sophia wasn’t bothered since she was


    rather gracious in some things.


    Sophia went out to look at her flowers again and stood in the yard, noticing that John had driven his car


    in, parking right beside the nt rack.


    Pursing her lips, she thought for a moment. Then, she returned to the house and went upstairs to the


    study. I’ve got to put my back into studying the questions in the first course. She’d taken a look at the


    materials today, but it felt as though she was reading a mythical book, for she truly didn’t quite


    understand anything. Sitting in the study, she started scratching her head after looking at two


    questions. These are so much more difficult to understand than the stuff I learned back in school!


    Meanwhile, John took two calls downstairs—one from Zack who called to inquire about a work matter


    and the other from Mrs. Constance. Mrs. Constance’s voice was slightly sullen, sounding very much


    anguished as she griped about how she wasn’t used to not having him at home. John could only mollify


    her by saying that he only moved out, but she could still see him because he would go back when he


    had time.


    Mrs. Constance sighed. “I shouldn’t have allowed you to marry Sophia Gwendolyn back then. She


    made a mess of our family. There wouldn’t be so many problems if you’d married Belle back then.”


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    Pursing his lips, John stared at the nt rack in the yard. “That’s enough. Just get over it since there’s


    no changing reality. I’ll go back when I’m free.”


    Still, Mrs. Constance was disgruntled. “John, I’m not an unreasonable person. It’s not that I want to pick


    on your wife, nor do I want to be at odds with my daughter-inw like most families out there. But the


    truth is, Sophia Gwendolyn isn’t worthy of you. If it were someone else who’s well-matched, I definitely


    wouldn’t be making such a fuss.”