Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 982

Old Mrs. Constance nodded at her remark. "You're right. A marriage can't be rushed."

With Sophia's help, the conversation about Logan's marriage finally came to an end.

Logan rubbed his hands and appeared flustered. Obviously, he was feeling extremely uncomfortable eating together with them this time. In the past, he never cared much about public displays of affection, but now, every time he came across it, he would feel a little bothered.

This was especially because his sister called him two nights ago. In the call, Lorraine told him that their father's health was not well lately, and that he had been talking about his only wish to see Logan getting married.

Lorraine sounded nice over the call. Neither did she get angry nor order him to do anything about it. However, the call left Logan feeling bad.

It was true that his father's health was declining. Their family doctor even lived in the room next to his in order to monitor his condition.

Old Mr. Jefferson had always been talking about Logan's marriage, but Logan never saw it as a big deal.

When the topic was brought up again under the current circumstances, Logan felt it differently.

The dinner at the Constances' place didn't go on for long. When it was about to end, John and Logan both stood up.

Sophia knew that the two had other matters to tend to, but Old Mrs. Constance did not understand the situation. So, she looked at John and Logan. "Why did you two finish dinner in a haste? You didn't eat much either."

In response, John took a napkin to wipe his hand. "I'm full now. Plus, I don't want to overeat at night. I've been suffering from indigestion over the past two days."

Logan nodded and grunted in agreement. "Yes, yes, we'll have indigestion. It's better to eat less."

Sophia almost laughed out loud. Of course, she knew that Logan was definitely not suffering from indigestion; he merely found the conversation at the dinner table difficult.

After hearing their explanation, Old Mrs. Constance did not object to them leaving.

Therefore, John and Logan both went into the study upstairs.

Upon thinking about it for a moment, Old Mrs. Constance looked at Sophia. "I have a feeling that John and Logan have some important matters to deal with. Look at them! They obviously plan to discuss something serious."

Sophia agreed but feigned ignorance. "I know nothing about it. I never ask John about his work."

A few moments later, Old Mrs. Constance nodded slowly. "Right. You don't need to care about what is happening at his work. Just focus on your health and your pregnancy."

At that time, Sophia was done with dinner too. She chatted a little with Old Mrs. Constance before putting down her fork and sat there to keep them company.

Matilda was talking to William about a situation at her place. It sounded like there was a leaking pipe somewhere around.

She said that she wanted William to help fix it when they head back later.

When William heard that, he said that he had wanted to fix the leak the previous day, but he had failed to replace any wrench. Otherwise, he would have already settled it.

During the chat, Sophia leaned into her chair and observed the older couple.

Their communication style right now was much better than before.

Matilda could finally converse like a normal person, while William sounded warmer and had become a caring husband.

Happy to witness the harmonious relationship, Old Mrs. Constance smiled throughout their conversation with a hint of relief and joy.

When everyone was done with dinner, they moved over to the sofa and chatted more.

Matilda and John ultimately planned to return to their place. They had little interest in staying the night at Constance Residence.

When Old Mrs. Constance found out about it, she smacked her lips and asked, "What's wrong with staying here? Is it inconvenient for you two to get lovey-dovey?"

Matilda caressed the diamond ring on her finger and replied, "Why would we need to get lovey-dovey at this age? It's simply more comfortable for us to stay at my place. After all, both of us are not legally remarried yet."

They have been using their status as an excuse over and over again, Old Mrs. Constance thought to herself.