Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 787

Sophia was taken aback for a moment. She couldn't understand why he suddenly asked such a question when they had been talking about something else. Frowning, she asked, "What's the matter?"

Determined to get an answer, John said, "Why don't you want to remarry me? I really don't understand it."

Sophia pursed her lips and looked at John with a serious expression. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she replied, "I do like you. Although you made me feel sad and disappointed many times, I can't lie and say I don't have feelings for you. As for not wanting to remarry you, that's also a fact."

After that, she withdrew her gaze. "I need a fallback plan. I think us staying this way is good for both of us. In the future, if you're bored with me, you can still turn around and leave easily. As for me, I don't have to suffer too much either. It will be a big blow to me if I get divorced again after remarrying you."

She could endure it once, but she didn't want to endure it a second time.

John looked at Sophia with a complicated expression. "You just don't have confidence in me."

Sophia smiled. "It's not that. The truth is that I don't have confidence in myself. John, I don't believe I can keep you by my side forever."

Although she said this indifferently, there were still some regrets and grievances in her voice. John suddenly thought that he might have oversimplified things in his mind. The emotional damage he had caused Sophia throughout the past three hundred days could not be undone simply by multiple promises from him, or a few days of him being nice to her.

Sighing, John went over to hold Sophia in his arms. "Actually, what you don't know is that I'm insecure when it comes to you. I'm also afraid that I cannot make you stay with me."

Sophia pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Relationship matters were always complex. John did not possess a transparent character, and neither did Sophia. Both of them simply groped their way forward, so it was inevitable for them to stumble along the way.

Sophia knew that she was being quite pretentious for not agreeing to the remarriage, considering that John was already behaving this way and that she was already pregnant. However, she just wished to be reckless for once. In the past, she had been way too accommodating time after time, so this time, she wanted to put on an attitude.

The two of them didn't say much after that. Sophia had wanted to sleep just now, but she was disturbed by Matilda. Now that she was becoming drowsy again, she really couldn't hold up any longer.

John had Sophia lie down first while he went to take a shower. After John entered the bathroom, his phone rang on the bedside table. The sound of the water was too loud for John to hear the ringing.

Although Sophia was in a deep sleep, the buzzing of the phone caused the bedside table to vibrate as well, so she heard it loud and clear. Squinting, she took the phone over and connected the call without looking at who it was. "What's the matter?"

There was no sound from the other end of the call. Sophia waited for a moment before urging, "Speak up."

After two seconds, Isabelle's voice drifted over. "It's me."

Sophia's mind was a little confused. "Who are you?"

She didn't mean it; she really didn't recognize her. Isabelle took a deep breath and repeated, "It's me. Isabelle Bailey."

Sophia frowned. It took a lot of effort for her to wake up from her sluggishness. "Oh, it's you. What's the matter?"

Isabelle replied, "Where's John? I'm looking for him."

Turning her head, Sophia looked in the direction of the bathroom. "He's taking a shower."

Hearing that, Isabelle immediately said, "Forget it then. I'll call him tomorrow."

Sophia said nothing and hung up the phone at once. Ugh, why did she call in the middle of the night and disturb my sleep?

Sophia put the phone on John's side of the bed. Turning over, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When John came out quietly, he went to bed after changing into his pajamas. At a glance, he noticed that his phone had changed from its initial position.