Chapter 160


    After rolling around for a while, drowsiness inundated Sophia since she got up early this morning.


    Hugging John’s nket, she then closed her eyes and dozed off groggily. After some time, she roused


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    groggily as well. She slowly sat up and perked up her ears, listening to the two people talking outside, a


    man and a woman, their voices distinct.


    Smirking, shenguidly got out of bed and padded to the small closet at the side barefooted. A few of


    John’s shirts hung in the closet, all of the same type—shirt, suit, and the like.


    She took a shirt out and promptly stripped before slipping on the shirt. There was a mirror in the closet,


    and she unbuttoned two buttons at the cor after looking at her reflection in the mirror. Hmm, this


    looks much more sultry.


    Ruffling her hair, she then walked over to the door. She pushed open the door gently and even


    symbolically rubbed her eyes while whining, “John, I’m thirsty. The food during lunch was just too salty.


    Do you have water here?”


    All the once, the voices outside ceased. Squinting, Sophia gazed at them and stared intently. John’s


    expression was unruffled, but Isabelle, who was at the side, had several expressions shing across


    her face. Sounding slightly panicked, Sophia eximed, “You have a guest?”


    John stared at her for a few heartbeats. “Go and get changed.” Murmuring an acquiescence, Sophia


    retreated back into the bedroom. When she’d closed the door, the panic on her face vanished in a puff


    of smoke. All smiles, she even hummed softly as she changed into her clothes.


    When she went out again, Isabelle’s expression was much moreposed as she sat on the sofa with


    a ss of water before her. There was also a ss of water on John’s desk, so Sophia went right over


    and picked it up, taking several gulps without even asking for permission.


    This is John’s ss, so he’ll probably toss it after I’d used it. She smirked. No matter. I don’t care. I’m


    just vexed now, vexation swamping me whenever I see Isabelle Bailey. And when I’m vexed, no one


    else is allowed to be happy!


    John was still sitting in his chair when Isabelle looked up at Sophia. “I never thought that you’d be here,


    Miss Gwendolyn.”


    Sophia smirked, putting on an exasperated expression. “Ahem, wrong address there.”


    Startled, Isabelle then chuckled. “Sorry, I forgot.”


    The smile on Sophia’s face was as fake as a three-dor bill. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it in time.”


    Asking Isabelle Bailey to address me as Mrs. Constance is probably killing her. She then went over and


    sat down across from Isabelle. “You came here for a work matter, Miss Bailey?”


    Isabelle murmured an assent. “Yes, I’m here to discuss the details of the coboration. I’ll be handling


    the coboration in future, so I came over to specifically study the contract with Mr. Constance.”


    Nodding slowly, Sophiamented, “I truly envy capable people like you. You’re responsible for so many


    things, and you even manage to do a good job. I can’t do that.”


    Isabelle smiled. “It isn’t all that difficult.”


    Sophia heaved a sigh. “It’s rather difficult for me. I’m the kind of person who naturally needs a man to


    support me, and fortunately, I really found a man who’s willing to support me. Say, it’s truly a rare find.


    Haha…” She giggled with a hand over her mouth and even cocked an eyebrow at John.


    Reclining in his chair, John looked at the two of them without much expression on his face. At this


    moment, Sophia was buoyed with gratification.


    Her remark wasden with meaning, and she believed that Isabelle could understand what she meant.


    But so what if she does? She can’t refute it anyway but merely go along with me. This feels absurdly


    gratifying!


    If it were some other women around John, she could actually ept it, but not Isabelle, perchance


    because of Mrs. Constance. Every single humiliation she’d ever suffered in Constance Residence


    involved Isabelle’s name because every single time Mrs. Constance insulted her, it was always a


    be with anyone, but not Isabelle Bailey!


    Picking up her ss, Isabelle took a sip of water, saying nary a word. However, she could still remain


    overbearing in contrast. Nheless, Sophia wasn’t bothered, her sole concern being her gratification.