Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 722

Sophia thought about it. "In a few days. I'll tell you by then."

"Sure," John replied, and that was the end of the topic. Then, he talked about the surveillance camera technician and his employer. There was footage of the employer, but they covered themselves up tightly s nobody could recognize them. Not that it mattered though, for John went to check the surveillance footage of the road and knew where the perpetrator was staying. Zack was already trying to pinpoint the exact location.

Sophia listened to it for a while and stretched her arms, looking like she didn't care about this. "You guys carry on. I'll get some sleep. I'm beat." Well, not really. I'm just lazy.

Matilda nodded. "Sure. You need a lot of rest anyway."

John stared at Sophia, and once she got out of the room, he followed her back into her room. When Sophia was going to lie on her bed, John came in and grabbed her hand. "Wait up."

Sophia looked back at him, surprised. "What's the matter?"

After a moment's thought, John went to lock the door before coming back to her, his lips pursed, and he was fidgeting. Sophia looked at him, flabbergasted. Then, John took a couple of deep breaths and kneeled on one foot, then he took a box out of his pocket.

By reflex, Sophia took a step back, shocked by what John was doing. He looked up at her and opened the box. Without even looking, Sophia knew what was in the box, or at the very least, she had a good guess.

John said softly, "I owe you this, so I'm paying you back, though you might not care about it anymore."

The diamond ring in the box was gleaming more brilliantly than her original ring, which was already expensive enough. However, John didn't propose to her back then. He didn't want to marry her, so nobody cared about the proposal.

Sophia stared down at the ring John was holding, and she frowned. "Did you buy a new one?"

"Yes. It's custom made, and I just got it today."

Sophia stared at the ring for a while. Even though she didn't know much about jewelry aesthetics, she thought it must have cost a ton since the diamond was obscenely huge. Then, she snorted. "You didn't really have to buy this. It's a waste of money."

John didn't care about that. Now, he was still kneeling on one knee, and he proposed to her. "Give me another chance, Sophia. Please. Pretty please." He was humbling himself, begging for her forgiveness.

Sophia's expression finally changed, and she moved her sight from the ring to John. "What on earth are you thinking, John? I'm still the old me. Bad family background, barely educated, and I'm inelegant. Didn't you hate that part of me? Why the change? Did an alien take over your body?"

John tugged at her hand. "I never really cared about that. I was just..." He didn't know how he should word his feelings for her back then. The only thing he disliked was her subservient attitude, not her family, education, or upbringing. Never once did he care about those. A long silence later, he said, "I just didn't like you being so weak. You used to see me as your whole world, so..."