Chapter 707
John hummed in the affirmative. “We’ll go meet him in personter.”
Upon noticing that everybody had arrived, Ms. Cannon began cooking, while Sophia’s stomach began
churning as soon as she took in the greasy smell from the kitchen. Therefore, she stood to leave. “I’ll
be getting some rest upstairs. Enjoy yourselves.”
Matilda knew Sophia might be feeling unwell, so she chimed in, “Yeah, you probably should after
shopping for such a long time.”
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Without checking on anybody else, Sophia walked upstairsnguidly. She then got herself a change of
clothes before lying down on bed. Despite initial ns to dissect the matter in order to predict Isabelle’s
next move, she was feeling drowsy soon enough. Her mind was muddled up when she was halfway
through recalling her long-standing feud with Isabelle, and she dozed off after that.
Thus, she had no idea what the people downstairs were talking about. All she knew was someone
embraced her from behind when she was still sleeping. “You have such a short temper,” a voice
chided. She wasn’t fully awake, so she shied away from whoever that was behind her, which made the
person smile, but neither did she fully register it as she flipped herself over to continue sleeping.
Johny beside her with a smile and began patting her shoulder after she was once again sound
asleep. Some timeter, Matilda came to fetch them both, but she merely reprimanded John without
stepping into the room. “Didn’t I tell you to fetch her for dinner? What are you even doing?”
With a smile, John said, “I’ll bring her downstairs in a bit. She’s sound asleep now.”
Matilda was somewhat displeased by his response. “Oh, be quick. She can go right back to sleep after
dinner. The dishes will taste cold and nd if she waits too long.”
Chuckling amicably, John resigned himself to obeying his mother. “Alright, I get it.”
Matilda left after a while, after which John caressed Sophia’s face while trying to wake her. “Sophia, it’s
time for dinner.”
Seeing that she wasn’t reacting, John dipped down for a kiss after spending some time staring at her. It
was far more effectivepared to his previous attempt, as Sophia woke up a few secondster to
start punching him. Letting go of her, John smiled. “Come on, let’s have dinner.”
With a frown on her face, Sophia grumbled, “John Constance, don’t you have any decorum?”
John paid her no heed while helping her up from bed. He then got her a towel from the bathroom to
wipe her face. With the lights off and without moving from her spot, Sophia stared at him in the dark as
the skies darkened. John’s gentleness was far more alluringpared to the harsh facade he used to
put up. The contrast only served as a reminder that he never loved her in the past. With a sophisticated
nce, she kept her silence.
When John returned the towel to the bathroom, Sophia got out of bed. When he came back out to lead
her downstairs while holding her hand, she did not struggle. Both incidents brought a smile to John’s
face.
The rest of them were waiting for them downstairs, with Matilda asking Logan about the Jeffersons.
However, he didn’t seem to know much about them, be it matters regarding thepany or the
situation back in their household. Logan wasn’t living with them, so he had nothing to tell Matilda.
Still on the stairs with Sophia, John said, “Lorraine’s TV program seemed to be a sess, so the
Jeffersons might have some moneying their way.” He was referring to the talent show that Ian
participated in.
Logan let out a cry of surprise. “Yeah, Lorraine has been in a good mood as ofte, so my brother-in-
Meanwhile, Sophia directed her attention toward the dishes on the table as she wasn’t interested in
gossip. The fact that all of the dishes looked tasty proved that Ms. Cannon was a good cook. Taking the
bowl she was offered, Sophia sat down by the table eagerly.
John hummed in the affirmative. “We’ll go meet him in personter.”
Upon noticing that everybody had arrived, Ms. Cannon began cooking, while Sophia’s stomach began
churning as soon as she took in the greasy smell from the kitchen. Therefore, she stood to leave. “I’ll
be getting some rest upstairs. Enjoy yourselves.”
Matilda knew Sophia might be feeling unwell, so she chimed in, “Yeah, you probably should after
shopping for such a long time.”
Without checking on anybody else, Sophia walked upstairsnguidly. She then got herself a change of
clothes before lying down on bed. Despite initial ns to dissect the matter in order to predict Isabelle’s
next move, she was feeling drowsy soon enough. Her mind was muddled up when she was halfway
through recalling her long-standing feud with Isabelle, and she dozed off after that.
Thus, she had no idea what the people downstairs were talking about. All she knew was someone
embraced her from behind when she was still sleeping. “You have such a short temper,” a voice
chided. She wasn’t fully awake, so she shied away from whoever that was behind her, which made the
person smile, but neither did she fully register it as she flipped herself over to continue sleeping.
Johny beside her with a smile and began patting her shoulder after she was once again sound
asleep. Some timeter, Matilda came to fetch them both, but she merely reprimanded John without
stepping into the room. “Didn’t I tell you to fetch her for dinner? What are you even doing?”
With a smile, John said, “I’ll bring her downstairs in a bit. She’s sound asleep now.”
Matilda was somewhat displeased by his response. “Oh, be quick. She can go right back to sleep after
dinner. The dishes will taste cold and nd if she waits too long.”
Chuckling amicably, John resigned himself to obeying his mother. “Alright, I get it.”
Matilda left after a while, after which John caressed Sophia’s face while trying to wake her. “Sophia, it’s
time for dinner.”
Seeing that she wasn’t reacting, John dipped down for a kiss after spending some time staring at her. It
was far more effectivepared to his previous attempt, as Sophia woke up a few secondster to
start punching him. Letting go of her, John smiled. “Come on, let’s have dinner.”
With a frown on her face, Sophia grumbled, “John Constance, don’t you have any decorum?”
John paid her no heed while helping her up from bed. He then got her a towel from the bathroom to
wipe her face. With the lights off and without moving from her spot, Sophia stared at him in the dark as
the skies darkened. John’s gentleness was far more alluringpared to the harsh facade he used to
put up. The contrast only served as a reminder that he never loved her in the past. With a sophisticated
nce, she kept her silence.
When John returned the towel to the bathroom, Sophia got out of bed. When he came back out to lead
her downstairs while holding her hand, she did not struggle. Both incidents brought a smile to John’s
face.
The rest of them were waiting for them downstairs, with Matilda asking Logan about the Jeffersons.
However, he didn’t seem to know much about them, be it matters regarding thepany or the
situation back in their household. Logan wasn’t living with them, so he had nothing to tell Matilda.
Still on the stairs with Sophia, John said, “Lorraine’s TV program seemed to be a sess, so the
Jeffersons might have some moneying their way.” He was referring to the talent show that Ian
participated in.
Logan let out a cry of surprise. “Yeah, Lorraine has been in a good mood as ofte, so my brother-in-
Meanwhile, Sophia directed her attention toward the dishes on the table as she wasn’t interested in
gossip. The fact that all of the dishes looked tasty proved that Ms. Cannon was a good cook. Taking the
bowl she was offered, Sophia sat down by the table eagerly.