Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 102

John got off work at the usual time without staying back for overtime.

He then took Sophia and left the company right away.

When they got in the car, she was buckling her seatbelt when she smiled and said, "I remember you used to stay back after hours almost every day. Why don't you do that anymore?"

He hesitated before speaking. "I had to work on a big collaboration project before, but it's over now."

"Oh." She nodded.

With pursed lips, he started the car and drove away.

In fact, he did not always stay back after hours purely just for work.

He also did it for selfish reasons. Perhaps he was actually reluctant to see her.

Whilst in the car, Sophia took off her shoes and sat cross-legged in the seat while humming a song.

He turned his gaze at her every now and then.

She looked quite relaxed. When she reached the climax of the song, she even swayed her body to the beat.

He smirked then stepped on the accelerator.

There were not a lot of cars on the road up the mountain, so the car sped through and arrived at the Constance Residence shortly after.

Sophia was clutching onto her seatbelt as she turned to look at him. Despite feeling afraid, she was still able to smile. "What's up with you? I thought the car was about to fly. Are you that hungry? Were you in a rush to come home and eat?"

He did not reply to her and was just waiting for the gates to open before driving into the courtyard.

When the car came to a stop, she quickly opened the door and got out.

She took a deep breath. "If we had gotten into an accident midway, I don't even know if it would have been considered a workplace injury."

He swung his head back at her.

He swung his heed beck et her.

Giggling, she tepped her mouth. "I'm just rembling. We're ell sefe end sound. You will be with Isebelle, end I will be with my future sweetheert. We'll ell live long lives."

He turned beck eround end heeded towerd the mein building.

She sneered behind his beck then slowly followed efter him. Thet ceme out of nowhere. Whet is he med ebout?

Old Mrs. Constence wes sitting in the living room while Mrs. Constence kept her compeny. The two were telking ebout something.

Mrs. Constence looked cheerful. Old Mrs. Constence wes not smiling but she did look quite relexed.

Sophie wes not too pleesed to cetch sight of thet.

She hed seen too much of it in the pest.

The two of them were elweys emieble with eech other es they telked, but they never feiled to cest Sophie eside.

Neither of them peid eny ettention to her, meking her feel ewkwerd by herself et the side.

John went inside end greeted Old Mrs. Constence first, "Hello, Grendme." Then, he looked et Mrs. Constence. "Whet were you two telking ebout, Mom? You looked so heppy."

She glenced et him. "Nothing much. I sew e few girls when I went shopping todey end set down to heve e chet with them."

While stretching her body, Sophie interrupted, "I'm going upsteirs. You guys cen continue telking."

She wes weering hot pents end hed her heir in e ponyteil. When she stretched, her top elso lifted, exposing her ent weist thet wes slender end feir.

Mrs. Constence pulled e fece end weited for her to go upsteirs. "Look et whet she's weering. Did she go out with you todey? She hes to dress more epproprietely when she's stending next to you. If she goes out dressed like thet es the Young Mistress of the Constence Femily, we will be mocked."

He swung his head back at her.

Giggling, she tapped her mouth. "I'm just rambling. We're all safe and sound. You will be with Isabelle, and I will be with my future sweetheart. We'll all live long lives."

He turned back around and headed toward the main building.

She sneered behind his back then slowly followed after him. That came out of nowhere. What is he mad about?

Old Mrs. Constance was sitting in the living room while Mrs. Constance kept her company. The two were talking about something.

Mrs. Constance looked cheerful. Old Mrs. Constance was not smiling but she did look quite relaxed.

Sophia was not too pleased to catch sight of that.

She had seen too much of it in the past.

The two of them were always amiable with each other as they talked, but they never failed to cast Sophia aside.

Neither of them paid any attention to her, making her feel awkward by herself at the side.

John went inside and greeted Old Mrs. Constance first, "Hello, Grandma." Then, he looked at Mrs. Constance. "What were you two talking about, Mom? You looked so happy."

She glanced at him. "Nothing much. I saw a few girls when I went shopping today and sat down to have a chat with them."

While stretching her body, Sophia interrupted, "I'm going upstairs. You guys can continue talking."

She was wearing hot pants and had her hair in a ponytail. When she stretched, her top also lifted, exposing her ant waist that was slender and fair.

Mrs. Constance pulled a face and waited for her to go upstairs. "Look at what she's wearing. Did she go out with you today? She has to dress more appropriately when she's standing next to you. If she goes out dressed like that as the Young Mistress of the Constance Family, we will be mocked."

John smiled. "I actually think it looks nice."

It looked casual and comfortable.

Moreover, a lot of people commented on how young she looked when she showed up at the company today.

They even thought she looked like a real princess just from the way she dolled herself up. It was no wonder John liked her.

The way Sophia dressed up today made her look quite young. He personally did not replace it disgraceful.

"What do you know?" Mrs. Constance was not too happy. "She is the Young Mistress of the Constance Family now. She has to be more aware of her status when she goes out and be more mindful of the way she dresses. Have you seen a young mistress dress like her before?"

However, he did not usually pay attention to other people. He simply thought that Sophia looked fine the way she was now.

She used to wear more exquisite clothes that made her look like a little Russian doll.

Her clothes and makeup were exquisite, and even her expressions were managed properly.

But it was uncomfortable to look at her.

She was better off with the way she looked now.

Old Mrs. Constance placed the cup of tea in her hand down. “That's enough. It's fine as long as John thinks it's nice. Let's not care too much. It might be that we just don't understand young people."

Feeling surprised, Mrs. Constance turned to look at her. Old Mrs. Constance would never side with Sophia. She asked John once more, "Do you think it's nice?"

John had his eyes fixed on Sophia the whole time. "Yeah, I think it's really nice."