Next One Is a Babe

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John mumbled vaguely, “She’s not as good as you.”

Sophia thought for a while and seemed to understand what was going on. “Are you with Isabelle now?”

After a long pause, John’s voice slowly came over. “She went to the restroom.”

Sophia suddenly stood up from the sofa. “Where are you?”

It was a long time before John gave her an address. From the address, Sophia guessed that it was a small shop. She stood where she was, one hand on her hips, hesitating whether she should or shouldn’t go. It felt a bit inappropriate for her to go since she was no longer his wife, but if she didn’t, and considering John’s drunken state right now, it would be easy for him to make a mistake with Isabelle since the latter had been obsessed about him all this while.

So, Sophia said into the phone, “Stay there and don’t move. I’ll be right there. Remember, do not leave that place.” After speaking, Sophia hung up, changed her shoes and went out. Forget it, I’m not gonna worry so much about things. John is now drunk, so I’ll get him away from that place first. No matter what, if he really wishes to choose Isabelle, he has to be in a sober state to do that.

Sophia got in a cab and went directly to the address given by John. It was a small tavern located deep inside an alley. Sophia entered the place and immediately saw Isabelle and John. He did indeed look drunk as he leaned back in his chair. At the same time, Isabelle had gone over to him and appeared to be helping him up. Sophia simply stood there without moving as she watched them.

As if he was asleep, John had his eyes closed. Failing to move him, Isabelle gave up after a few unsuccessful attempts. She stood beside John and looked down at him. It was this man who had tortured her so much that she couldn’t eat or sleep. It was him who had made her feel restless and flustered time after time. Isabelle whispered, “John, wake up.”

However, there was no reaction from the man at all. She pursed her lips and then raised a hand to touch his face.

Sophia chuckled before walking up to them. “Miss Bailey, what are you doing?”

As if struck by lightning, Isabelle retracted her hand back at once, but when she saw that it was Sophia, she immediately put on a righteous expression.

Sophia glanced at John, but the man didn’t react at all. How much has this jerk drunk? Shouldn't you be vigilant when you come out to drink with a member of the opposite sex?

Isabelle looked at Sophia. “Why are you here, Miss Gwendolyn?”

Sophia and John had already divorced, so Isabelle had no need to feel guilty upon seeing the woman before her. Then, Sophia came over, squeezed Isabelle aside, and pushed John with her hands. “Wake up! You called me and told me to come over, yet you’re passed out in a drunken stupor.”