Next One Is a Babe

John stopped talking again.

Sophia knew that he did not like noise, so she just sat quietly at the side.

She did not look at her phone either and just sat there aimlessly.

He started to get busy and was all over the place.

One moment he had his subordinate organize all the documents again, and the next moment he was out giving orders.

It was just like in the past where he completely neglected her.

Not long after she sat down on the sofa, she started to yawn.

There was a lounge room inside of John‘s office where he would occasionally take naps at noon.

But the lounge room was closed, so she had no idea what was behind that door.

Initially, she wanted to lie on the sofa and sleep for a bit, but she felt like it might cross the line.

She knew that her sleeping habits were not too flattering.

While he was over there working tirelessly, it was not too appropriate for her to be sprawled out here asleep.

Hence, she just fidgeted on the sofa for a while.

In the end, she leaned against the corner of the sofa while hugging a blanket and fell asleep.

John was busy for a while before he was finally able to hand over his work.

When he looked up, he saw her sleeping soundly.

Her sleeping position looked rather aggrieved.

She was curled up into a ball in the corner of the sofa.
John stopped talking again.

Sophia knew that he did not like noise, so she just sat quietly at the side.

Already small and frail to start with, being curled up like that almost made her unnoticeable.

He slowly stood up and went to stand by the sofa.

Sophia did not notice anything and continued sleeping with her head tilted.

A moment later, he let out a sigh and bent over to gently lift her up.

Her eyes opened but she was still groggy.

She hooked her arm over his neck and buried herself in his arms.

He brought her to the lounge room where he placed her down on a bed.

Turning over, she faced her back toward him and hugged the blanket at the side.

Her floral dress raised up slightly, but it did not reveal too much.

He bent forward to help her straighten it back down.

Just as he stood back upright, she started to talk.

She was fumbling through her words. It was unclear whether she was awake or still drowsy.

She said, “John, why did I meet you?”

Stunned, he stared at her back for a while.

He did not know how he came to meet her either.

If she had not shown up in his life, his life would have been so different now.

I would have followed through with the engagement and married Isabelle. Although I was never close to her, I think she would make a good wife. Mom also likes her, so they would have gotten along very well. We would have had a smooth married life together. By now, we would probably have a child too. The course of my life would have been smooth-sailing.

He felt conflicted after thinking about everything.