Next One Is a Babe

Sophia opened the car door. After pondering on it for a moment, she said, “Thanks.” Getting out of the car, she walked toward her house.

John rolled down the window. “Sophia.”

Stopping in her tracks, Sophia turned around and gazed at him. “Yes?”

John slowly turned to her. “I have been mulling over it for a few days, but I still can’t see why you’ve fallen in love with Ian.”

His relentlessness about this topic made Sophia frown, so she stared at him without uttering a word.

Appearing to be puzzled, John asked, “What do you like about him? Is it his handsome face or his singing skill?”

These qualities were supposedly not enough to make Sophia fall in love with Ian as John didn’t think she was this kind of shallow woman. However, Sophia simply stood there and gazed at him, thinking that he just hadn’t gotten over it.

With a serious expression, Sophia explained, “He might not be as good as some men out there, but he treats me much better than you did.” Then, she burst into laughter. “I don’t think I need to talk about my miserable life at Constance Residence. I did try my best to win your heart. When the fact that we were divorced still wasn’t known to the public, I was willing to accept you if you came back to me. However, you never got to understand my heart. I had only so much patience and love, so I couldn’t keep waiting for you, as I’d be exhausted as well. Ian is very good to me. In comparison to you, I’ve finally come to the realization that I also deserve a man who treats me well.” Shrugging, she sighed. “So let’s end it here between us.”

After staring at her for a while, John questioned, “Was I really so bad to you in the past?”

It couldn’t be said that John was bad to her. At least, he was very generous when it came to money. However, humans were naturally greedy. When she was destitute, she thought that she would be content with having money, but when she had a man’s financial support, she then craved love. Realizing that she couldn’t win his heart, she eventually grew dejected, fearful, and lost.

Smiling, she said, “Not really. But perhaps, your bad outweighed your good. That’s why I still wasn’t happy.”

Letting out a sigh, John wanted to ask more questions. However, when he looked at her, he suddenly couldn’t utter a word. Forget it. Why am I getting trouble for myself? Thus, John mumbled and said, “I hope that Ian will—”

I hope that Ian will treat you well. Those were the words he wanted to say, but they got stuck in his throat. Pressing his lips together, he rolled up the window, turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal.