Next One Is a Babe

Did Isabelle have to text the three of us to say the same thing? I don’t even know whether I should describe her action as unnecessary or considerate, Sophia thought.

Since it was time for office workers to get off work, the traffic was heavy, which caused them to be late. When they arrived, Isabelle was already inside the private room. After Matilda pushed open the door, Isabelle immediately rose from the chair. “Madam Flintstone.”

Matilda grunted before saying, “We’re sorry for being late.”

Acting all considerate, Isabelle replied, “The traffic must be heavy at this hour. It’s understandable that you’re late.”

Following that, John and Sophia stepped into the room without greeting Isabelle, as they were discussing Logan’s mysterious matter.

John chuckled and said in a lowered voice, “Don’t worry. Logan will tell you about it in two days. If you knew nothing at all, he probably wouldn’t spill it. Since you were there and got to know a little of his problem, he will look for you when he needs someone to talk about his issue.”

With an eyebrow raised, Sophia remarked, “You know him so well.”

As they giggled and spoke in a low voice, Isabelle was jealous. After shooting them a look, she said, “Please be seated. I’ve ordered some dishes. You can order more if you need to.”

With that, she pushed the menu toward Sophia, who curled up her lips and said thanks.

When Sophia picked up the menu, John leaned in to her. Sophia gave him a look and went to Matilda with the menu. “Madam Flintstone, let’s take a look together.”

John was startled for a moment and chuckled, his gaze brimming with helplessness and love.

Isabelle stared at him and thought, Why does he always smile so tenderly at Sophia? With a straight face, no one could tell that she was burning with jealousy.

While Sophia was going through the menu, Isabelle said, “Miss Gwendolyn, we had some misunderstanding at the hospital some time ago. I couldn’t control myself and laid a hand on you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’re pregnant. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, otherwise I would never forgive myself.”

Sophia shifted her attention from the menu to her face. With a smile, she replied, “It’s no big deal. If you never insisted on treating us to a meal, I would have forgotten about it.”

Isabelle nodded. “I know you’re magnanimous, but I feel really sorry, so I want to apologize to you personally.”

Although Sophia was smirking at Isabelle, her smile was hollow. In fact, she admired Isabelle for her readiness to give and take, for she could never be like her. If she were in her place, she probably wouldn’t contact the other party again. By severing ties with the people she didn’t like, she wouldn’t upset herself. Honestly, Isabelle’s action is making life hard for both herself and me.

After Matilda and Sophia ordered two dishes respectively, they passed the menu to John. “Come on. It’s your turn.”