Next One Is a Babe

John was unfazed by what Logan said. “I promised my grandfather I will take care of Sophia when he passed away, so of course it has everything to do with me.” Not only did he see her as his responsibility, she was his responsibility for life.

Meanwhile, Sophia was not impressed by his explanation. There we go again. It’s a bore to hear him say that. Despite his grandfather’s will to have us stay together, that prick divorced me as soon as his grandfather passed away.

After mulling over the situation, Isabelle spoke up for the first time that night. “Miss Gwendolyn will one day be married to someone else, so her husband will take care of her.”

There was a pause on John’s part while he pulled his lips into a thin line. In response, Sophia looked toward Isabelle while figuring to herself, She sure knows when to step in. For the first time in forever, Sophia agreed to what Isabelle said. “Yeah. I will have my own life, John, so I don’t really need you.”

Sophia had refrained from saying anything worse considering how many guests were present for the occasion, so she didn’t want to hurt John’s pride. Meanwhile, John gave a noncommittal response with his eyes on Sophia, then he fell silent.

After a while, the waiter brought them some warm milk, which John left in front of Sophia. Then, he instructed her before she could say anything else, “Don’t be a brat. Drink it all up.” He sounded as if trying to coax her, to which Sophia responded by simply staring at the milk in front of her. She didn’t want to make the situation any worse, so after making sure that the temperature was right, she downed the milk in one go, which warmed her from the stomach up to her throat.

As soon as she finished her milk, Kate announced that the feast was to begin, so the waiters started to serve the guests their dishes. Sophia was hit with a pang of hunger as soon as she took in the aroma of the dishes. Handing Sophia her chopsticks, John said, “Let’s eat. You should start from the hot dishes.”

Logan was famished as he didn’t have breakfast, so he wasn’t about to wait any longer. On the other side, Isabelle ate her food in small bites and with much elegance. John must’ve had breakfast, as he stopped after a few bites. All he did after that was lean back in his seat while watching Sophia eat.

When she was still married to John, Sophia ate slowly and carefully, but now, she could no longer care to put up any pretense. Although she lacked table manners back then, John could sense she was trying to annoy the Constances, for when she was eating at home or outside, like the banquet they were at now, she seemed to eat at a normal pace. The way she ate seemed natural, which he enjoyed watching.