Next One Is a Babe

The movements of Sophia's hands paused at John’s words. After staring at the ingredients on the cutting board for a long while, she finally said, “Let go of me.”

However, John was a little bolder on this day and refused to let go. “Sophia, I find that I'm really not used to you not being with me.”

Sophia pressed her lips together. “You’re just unaccustomed to not having someone around to serve you. If you really want someone to accompany you, I think Isabelle is a good choice. You may try to date her. Perhaps you’ll find that she suits you better than I do.”

John let out a dull laugh before asking, “Really?”

Sophia twisted her body, flinging John 's hand around her waist away. “Of course. If you don't believe it, you can try it and see.”

John stood beside Sophia, watching her cut the vegetables. “I guess your proposal is worth considering.”

Sophia didn't speak any more and started busying in the kitchen. Then, John left and went out to sit on the sofa. Facing the kitchen, his mouth twitched slightly. Isabelle? I guess I can consider her.

Soon, Sophia was done with cooking. She had made the meal into a very formal three-course dinner, making John smack his lips at the dinner table. “It looks great. Better than what the chef makes back at the Constance Residence.”

Sophia served him the food and said, “Just leave after dinner.”

John didn't mind Sophia's attitude toward him and leaned back in his chair casually. None of them spoke throughout the dinner. When Sophia finished her food, John was still eating. She leaned back in her chair and looked at him.

It was quite normal for such a good-looking man to attract a lot of women. Thus, it was understandable for Isabelle to be interested in him. However, Sophia felt that the other woman was a little obsessive with John. It wasn’t as if there were no other fishes in the sea. Why is she still so interested in this man who had been married and divorced? Sophia was a little confused by that.

Actually, she had wanted to ask Isabelle back in the shop whether she really loved John, or if she was obsessed about him simply because she couldn’t win him over. But then, Isabelle was also a stubborn one who would probably say some nonsense like ‘true love conquers all’. Sophia sometimes felt disdainful of Isabelle’s loftiness that she carried with her all the time.

We’re all mortals, so no one is better than another. No matter how amazing one was, one would still need to eat, drink and defecate every day, and when one died, only a handful of ashes would be left.

John had finished his dinner. Taking a paper towel to wipe his mouth, he nodded and said, “I still prefer the food you make.”

Sophia crossed her arms. “Even if you prefer it, I can’t make it for you all the time. I’m just in a good mood today. If you’ve finished, leave now. I need my rest.”