Next One Is a Babe

Zack was also a bit surprised to see Isabelle. “Miss Bailey, did you come over with Mr. Constance?”

Without waiting for Isabelle to speak, John spoke up first. “I couldn't get a cab and ran into Miss Bailey by coincidence. So, she gave me a ride.”

Zack nodded. Suddenly, he remembered that Sophia had called him the previous night, saying that John drank too much, so she asked him to go and take the drunkard away, but he was really tied up with something, which was why he didn’t go over.

Seeing that John didn't have a car with him, Zack thought that he had probably stayed overnight at Sophia’s house. Thus, he glanced at John a little slyly.

Furrowing his brows, the latter gave Zack a warning glare before walking over to the counter. Sophia had arranged everything there in an orderly manner, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

Robin looked up at him and asked, “Why didn't Sophia come here together with you? Didn’t she get enough rest?”

John nodded. “She should probably be here a little later in the day. It’s okay. Let Zack help out here today. If you have anything you need help with, just order him around as you wish.”

Zack bared his teeth. “What an evil capitalist!”

Isabelle stood there for a while, feeling somewhat awkward because nobody seemed to care about her presence at all. So, when everyone fell silent for a moment, she took the chance to say, “Guys, I have something to do, so I’ll take my leave first. Please carry on.”

Turning to her, John just said, “Okay.” He escorted her to the door and thanked her.

Then, Isabelle turned back to stare at John without a word for quite some time. John didn't ask why either and simply returned her gaze calmly.

In the end, Isabelle laughed out loud. “I just realized that you’re not the same as what the rumors say.”

John raised a brow. “Oh? Really?”

Isabelle nodded. “Aren’t you curious about what people think of you?”

John smiled and replied, “No, I'm not curious. No matter what they think of me, I’m sure it’s definitely not the real me. So, I’m not very interested.”

Isabelle was startled, but she then remarked with some emotion, “You’re quite the optimist.”

John didn't respond, so Isabelle waved her hand and said, “Go back inside. I’m leaving now.”

She got into the car and drove off without another glance at him, but she kept the man in the rearview mirror in her sight the whole time. How could John, a man who saw through everything so well, get stuck when it came to Sophia?

Logically speaking, those who were optimistic would forge ahead instead of turning back and getting hung up on a past lover. However, whenever he mentioned Sophia, his eyes were full of gentleness. Even if others couldn't tell, Isabelle had noticed it clearly.

When she reached home, everyone was present there. Her grandfather was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, while his father was sitting next to him and talking about the company matters.