Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 1084

Sophia sighed softly. This woman just wants to torture herself. Or perhaps she's waiting for Logan to notice the displeasure and chagrin on her face, but has she ever considered the fact that he hasn't even spared her a glance after such a long time? Why must she put herself through this?

Thus, she turned and told John that she'd be taking a stroll, to which John replied, "Oh, okay. Don't go so far. Just stroll around the garden, okay?"

Sophia nodded. "Okay, got it."

When she'd taken a few steps away, Jasmine commented, "Your relationship with Miss Gwendolyn is really good, Mr. Constance."

John was just about to speak, but he stopped upon hearing her remark. Casting his gaze on Sophia's back, the corners of his mouth curved upward into an exceedingly tender arc. "Actually, I treated her badly in the past," he said. Our relationship is only good because she suppressed all the misgivings she has and gave me another chance.

Smiling, Jasmine replied, "The fact that she's willing to give you another chance proves that she still loves you."

At this, John merely chuckled softly without saying anything.

Jasmine's gaze alighted on Logan once again, only to be greeted by the sight of him turning to talk to Lola, seemingly having a difference of opinion again. Now, Lola was frowning with disdain etched on her face, yet he still persisted in leaning forward as he spoke to her. Not only did he fail to spare her a single glance, but he wasn't even paying attention to her words.

Pushing all this to the back of her mind, Jasmine leaned back against the chair and turned to gaze at Sophia, who was ambling a near distance away. The reason she's willing to give John a chance is no doubt due to his obvious love for her. If he isn't good to her, she definitely won't turn back no matter how much she loves him. After sitting there for a while, something seemed to have occurred to her, for she abruptly gave a low snicker before heaving a long sigh.

When they were almost done talking, Sophia invited them into the main building's living room for a seat. There were quite a few of them here on this day, and Old Mrs. Constance happened to love having people over, so she requested that they stay for dinner. She came downstairs and sat there to chat with them, so the subject now naturally couldn't be Ernest's birthday celebration.

When she caught sight of Jasmine, the topic revolved around Logan and Jasmine. In the beginning, Logan merrily chattered about his date with Jasmine. However, he then stopped after relating a few instances since frankly speaking, there wasn't anything novel. Besides, the number of dates they'd been on could be counted on one hand.

Having been infected with Sophia's busybody nature, Old Mrs. Constance was also a touch nosy, asking him for deets. In the end, Logan waved a dismissive hand, conceding defeat. "Don't tease me, Old Mrs. Constance. If you continue pursuing this topic, I'll truly grow embarrassed."

At this, Old Mrs. Constance roared with laughter. "You growing embarrassed? Then, it seems that you're indeed different now that you've got a girlfriend." After saying this, she shifted her gaze to Lola. "You look valiant, girl."

Excitement suffused Logan once again, and he arched a brow. "Do you know what her former profession was, Old Mrs. Constance?" he questioned in a voice tinged with amusement.

Chuckling, Old Mrs. Constance shook her head. "I don't think I'll be able to guess that, but I just replace her pleasing to the eyes."

At the side, Lola gave an embarrassed titter. "Perhaps it's because I'm not overly fond of dolling up, so I look manly."

Old Mrs. Constance shook her head. "That's not what I meant. At a single glance, I can see a hint of obstinacy on your countenance. That's something I like."

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