Next One Is a Babe

John pushed the document toward her. “Look at what I highlighted and cross-check the data again. There’s something wrong with it.”

Stunned, Miss Allen went over to retrieve the document and looked over it carefully. In a soft voice, she said, “I’ve checked this before.”

He scowled at her. “Do the calculations again.” There was a hint of impatience in his voice which Sophia found funny. He used to be impatient with me too, but he was still able to restrain himself and talk to me kindly. It must not have been easy.

Miss Allen was fidgety. After apologizing for her carelessness, she took the document and hurried out of his office. Sophia smacked her lips and slowly shook her head. “Seeing you now, I suddenly have this feeling that you weren’t really that bad to me after all.”

He was taken aback. Putting down what was in his hand, he looked at her in a serious manner. “Did I treat you that badly?”

She grinned. “My dear, didn’t you know? Were you pleased with yourself thinking that you were good to me?”

He did not think he treated her very well, but he did not think that he treated her that poorly either. Even though he did not like her, he had no intention of being hard on her. He gave her enough allowance every month, though she was never really a big spender; he never pried into her business and always gave her space; once in a while, he would even personally ask Mrs. Constance to stop bothering her. He felt like doing those things was good enough.

Sophia looked at him in a slightly defeated manner. Perhaps the physical differences between men and women also led to huge differences in their mentality. Women wanted men to care for every aspect of their lives. Whereas, men figured that doing one thing for them was more than enough.

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Lowering her geze, she fell silent for e while. “To be honest, I wesn’t the leest bit heppy to live with your femily.” She let out e smile unwittingly, cleerly trying to eese the etmosphere. “I don’t know ebout other people, but being with you, John, mekes me feel so exheusted. You don’t feel like home to me. There’s no wermth.” Thinking beck on it, she spent ell her deys with him on edge end in feer. She wes scered thet he wes not heppy or setisfied to the point thet she even felt guilty when Old Mr. Constence pessed ewey. Why didn’t Old Mr. Constence’s illness get better even efter they hed the wedding? But things were better now es she finelly reeched the end of thet peth.

When she received the divorce certificete, though she wes e bit reluctent, she hed to edmit thet it ceme es e breeth of relief to her. They were finelly divorced. A greet weight hed lifted off her shoulders.

Sophia looked at him in a slightly defeated manner. Perhaps the physical differences between men and women also led to huge differences in their mentality. Women wanted men to care for every aspect of their lives. Whereas, men figured that doing one thing for them was more than enough.

Lowering her gaze, she fell silent for a while. “To be honest, I wasn’t the least bit happy to live with your family.” She let out a smile unwittingly, clearly trying to ease the atmosphere. “I don’t know about other people, but being with you, John, makes me feel so exhausted. You don’t feel like home to me. There’s no warmth.” Thinking back on it, she spent all her days with him on edge and in fear. She was scared that he was not happy or satisfied to the point that she even felt guilty when Old Mr. Constance passed away. Why didn’t Old Mr. Constance’s illness get better even after they had the wedding? But things were better now as she finally reached the end of that path.