Chapter 602
At this time, John had also ended his phone call and returned to the living room, looking at some
documents. When he spotted Sophiaing down the stairs, he hurried over to her. “Are you feeling
unwell anywhere?”
Sophia shook her head. “I’m fine.” In fact, she hadn’t been feeling particrly unwell in the first ce.
She’d merely been drowsy, so much so that she could barely keep her eyes open.
Giving her a thoughtful look, John raised a hand and touched her forehead. “I don’t think there’s
anything serious either.” Then, he went over to the coffee table and took a liquid tonic. “I just had
someone bring this over since you’recking energy and iron. While you won’t feel any immediate
effect, it’s good for the body.”
Sophia nced at the bottle in his hand. Pursing her lips, she asserted, “You don’t need to take care of
me.”
At this, John chuckled. He was now not the slightest bit bothered by her tant remarks in attempting
to draw a clear demarcation between the two of them. “Who else would I care for if not you? I promised
Grandpa, after all,” he dered brazenly.
Sophia closed her eyes for a moment. Here hees again! When he has no argument left, he always
uses Old Mr. Constance as an excuse. This man is truly shameless!
Upon seeing that she wasn’t declining, John opened the liquid tonic for her. After looking at it for some
time, Sophia took it from him. She was indeed a tad weak recently, and she was well aware of it.
Despite looking active and lively, she actually had a suboptimal health status.
After she’d consumed the liquid tonic, John instantly asked, “Are you hungry? I ordered some soup for
you. It’s now in the pot. I’ve been keeping it warm so that you can drink it when you wake up. Shall I go
and get you some?”
Sophia stared at him, looking exceedingly serious. No matter how aloof this man is, there are still times
when he’s tender. It all depends on whether he wants to do so, but never had I imagined that the John
Constance of the past would one day have such a side to him. Letting out a sigh, she then acquiesced.
Evidently overjoyed at her eptance, John hastened to the kitchen.
As Sophia continued eyeballing him, she vaguely felt as though she was looking at her past self. Once,
I was also this servile in our marriage, even more so than he is at present. So, when exactly did this
change ur?
Then, she went to the dining room. John brought the soup out, and it was at the perfect temperature.
She wasn’t all that hungry initially, but when no rush of nausea assailed her at the smell, she didn’t
mind drinking it. Sitting down in front of her, John then inquired whether it was too hot or too salty
before moving on to asking whether it was to her liking, and so on and so forth. At first, Sophia didn’t
respond, but sheter grew a touch irritated. “If you’re so free, go and peruse your documents. Don’t
just sit here and spoil my view.”
John immediately nodded and stood up. “Just call me if you need anything.” After saying that, he then
went out.
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Holding the bowl, Sophia snorted. I should really have Matilda… Ah, no… I should really have Isabelle
watch how he keeps catering to me. I wonder how she’ll feel if she sees this side of him. Would she be
humiliated since she went over to my shop and showed off a few days ago? When she’d finished the
soup, she went back to her room. Now that she was feeling much better, she wanted to continue
sleeping. Bustling around her, John settled her on the bed before he went downstairs again.
After lying down for a while with her eyes closed, Sophia took her cell phone out once more. She went
to the hospital’s official webpage. Logging in, she saw that her results were out. She couldn’t
understand the report, but there were reference values at the end of it. While she couldn’t make head
nor tail of it either, the almighty Google could help to analyze it. Keying in her results, she hit the search
button, upon which the answer popped out. Unlike the myriad of answers this morning, the result was
unified this time.