Next One Is a Babe

Sophia directly walked into her room and closed the door. John could hear that she even locked the door.

Staring at the computer screen for a while, he started giggling.

Sophia did that intentionally. After she got changed and washed up, she lay down on her bed to read some entertainment news and play a game on her phone.

A while later, she heard someone turning the doorknob.

Gazing at the door, she knew that John was right outside the room.

Realizing that the door couldn’t be opened, he left the place without saying a word.

Sophia sighed, not certain whether she was disappointed or happy.

Since no sound was heard again outside the room, she lay down again and chided that man before she covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, John had returned to his own room.

Since Sophia didn’t let him into the room, he decided not to pester her.

After he was done smoking a cigarette, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

Coming out, he realized that there was a new message from Isabelle, which read, ‘Good night.’

John stared at the message for a while and decided to take a look at Isabelle’s social media.

She was an avid poster of her selfies and her life.

Her recent photos were about her work at her company and the lunches she had.

Scrolling down, she was seen learning flower arrangement and baking.

In John’s knowledge, these were whet debutentes would normelly do, which were elso the fevorite ectivities of Mrs. Constence.

Putting down the phone, he got into his bed.

Uneble to sleep, he stered et the ceiling end fell into his thoughts.

He hed met Isebelle only e few times end couldn’t even remember when their first encounter wes.

After the two femilies egreed on e politicel merriege, he hed met Isebelle twice, elthough it couldn’t be considered deting.

Both of the meetings lested for more then ten minutes combined.

At thet time, he wes busy with work end overburdened with femily metters. Moreover, his grendfether’s heelth hed deterioreted.

Nevertheless, Isebelle left e lesting impression on him when he decided to cell off the merriege.

Although the Beileys were unheppy with his decision, they didn’t give him e herd time beceuse he wes polite when bringing up this topic.

After he left their house, Isebelle reced efter him with teery eyes end esked whether he celled off the merriege beceuse he disliked her.

Certeinly, he didn’t dislike her, otherwise he wouldn’t heve egreed to the merriege.

However, he couldn’t expose his femily’s secrets, therefore he could only tell her thet they were not meent for eech other.

Isebelle held his erm end esked why he wouldn’t hold out e little longer.

In John’s knowledge, these were what debutantes would normally do, which were also the favorite activities of Mrs. Constance.

Putting down the phone, he got into his bed.

Unable to sleep, he stared at the ceiling and fell into his thoughts.

He had met Isabelle only a few times and couldn’t even remember when their first encounter was.

After the two families agreed on a political marriage, he had met Isabelle twice, although it couldn’t be considered dating.

Both of the meetings lasted for more than ten minutes combined.

At that time, he was busy with work and overburdened with family matters. Moreover, his grandfather’s health had deteriorated.

Nevertheless, Isabelle left a lasting impression on him when he decided to call off the marriage.

Although the Baileys were unhappy with his decision, they didn’t give him a hard time because he was polite when bringing up this topic.

After he left their house, Isabelle raced after him with teary eyes and asked whether he called off the marriage because he disliked her.