Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 788

After brief contemplation, John took his phone over and looked at it. It was apparent in the call log that Isabelle had just called, and the call lasted less than a minute. Sophia had probably picked it up.

Setting the phone to silent mode and putting it back on the bedside table, John lay down and hugged Sophia from behind. Sophia was clearly jolted awake from her sleep, hence, she huffed drowsily and reproached, "So annoying."

John went along with what she said. "It's so annoying that she called in the middle of the night without any discretion."

Sophia couldn't help chuckling. "You're more annoying for flirting around."

Kissing the back of her head, he whispered, "No, I didn't flirt around. I just want to flirt with you. I don't have the energy to bother about others."

Sophia couldn't be bothered to debate with him. Shifting slightly, she found a comfortable position and fell asleep. She slept so soundly that she didn't even know when John left in the morning.

When Sophia woke up, she felt very lethargic. She tossed and turned in bed but didn't feel like getting up. After lazing around for a while, the door opened, and Matilda sneaked in. She was still in her pajamas. When Sophia glanced at her ex-mother-in-law, she was somewhat surprised. "Didn't you sleep well? Your dark circles are so bad."

Matilda pursed her lips. "No, I didn't sleep well. There's something that I would like you to help me analyze. I couldn't understand it after pondering about it for the entire night."

Before she could tell Sophia what it was, the latter laughed. "What's wrong? What did your ex-husband do to make you so anxious?"

John had a meeting in the morning. Upon walking out of the conference room, he saw Dylan's office door open when he was heading toward his own office. But it wasn't Dylan who came out; instead, it was Isabelle.

As expected, Isabelle was now handing over all collaboration matters to Dylan, so it was normal for her to come out of his office. Upon noticing John, Isabelle seemed stunned. She then spoke first, "Hey, John."

John nodded, then looked at Dylan, who had come out as well. "I have a document to give you. Uncle Owen wanted to give it to you, but you weren't here, so he left it with me."

Dylan agreed, then looked at Isabelle. "Miss Bailey, this way, please." He was facing the direction of the elevator, which naturally meant he was sending Isabelle off.

Hesitating, Isabelle then turned to face Dylan. "Young Master Dylan, you don't have to send me off. I'll go and say hello to Mr. Constance first."

John had turned to push open the door of his office. He should have heard Isabelle's words, but he didn't react at all.

On the other hand, Dylan smiled. "All right. As you wish, Miss Bailey."

Isabelle nodded and walked toward John's office.

John was already sitting behind his desk. He glanced at Isabelle and asked, "Is something the matter, Miss Bailey?"

Pretending to be calm, Isabelle came over to pull out the chair and sat down. "I called Madam Flintstone before. There must be a misunderstanding about the previous incident at the hospital. I was thinking tha maybe we could have a meal together later. No matter how our opinions differ, consider it as an apology from me. I was indeed too impulsive back then."

John slowly raised his head to look at Isabelle evenly without giving away what he thought. Then he said, "No need."

Taking a deep breath, Isabelle said, "John, are you never going to forgive me? Yes, I did push Sophia a little at the time, and I was wrong for doing that. So, I apologize for that. But if you're saying that I deliberately tried to harm her, I'm not going to admit to that because I really didn't have such intentions."

John didn't want to talk about this matter. In any case, her explanation didn't amount to much. "We'll talk about this some other time. I'm a little busy right now." These words were obviously meant to drive her away.

Isabelle naturally understood what he meant. She stared at him, and although her expression was still composed, frustration violently coursed through her veins.