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Sophia swept her gaze over the entire area around them, but she didn’t see Old Mr. Bailey. So, the two
of them have been chatting here alone? He’s so engrossed in the conversation that he forgot about my
existence, huh? Great, just great. Good job, John Constance.
She stared at them for some time, noticing that they were chatting happily away. After all, Isabelle wore
a perpetual smile that appeared lovely. Isabelle was wearing a bright red long dress now, the dress
rendering her all the more alluring since she was naturally tall and slender. From the looks of her,
probably no man will be able to refuse her.
Sophia rolled her eyes. Then, she turned her gaze to John. He’s smiling as well. He actually seldom
smiled, and even if he did occasionally, it was just a faint smile. Thus, it was blatantly obvious that he
was truly happy now. Snorting mildly, Sophia then turned around and left.
There were a few small trees, slightly low yet lush, and there was even a bench under one of the trees.
No one was around, so Sophia went over and sat down before slipping off her shoes. Nevertheless,
she wasn’t in a hurry to put on the Band-Air, merely sitting there barefooted. She sighed lightly. Since
she hadn’t eaten dinner and had just taken some snacks at the buffet area earlier, her stomach felt
rather unsettled.
Lifting her head, she gazed up at the sky. The sky in the city is always foggy as though blanketed by a
layer of some sort. She rested her arms on the back of the bench, resentment written all over her face
while no one was here to see. She’s just lucky enough to be born into a family with a good background.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if she doesn’t have that, we’re actually no different. Isabelle Bailey, it’s not like you’ve got a head
or two extra, so why are you so conceited? As she thought about it, the chagrin within her grew, so she
drew her leg back and kicked the grass at the side.
There were no other people here, so Sophia had rare peace. The night breeze gently blew past,
delighting her as she sat there. Putting aside all decorum, she leaned back against the bench,
sprawled out as she listened to the noises that drifted over from somewhere. After sitting there for a
good while, her mood slowly improved.
She hummed for a while before lifting her head and gazing up at the sky. I’m actually feeling drowsy in
my contentment, perhaps because I didn’t have a good nap this afternoon. She then giggled to herself.
I wonder how the host will feel if he were to learn that someone hid away and dozed off during the
banquet.
After some time, she then heard Isabelle’s voice, saying, “That isn’t likely. Could she have gone in
search of food?” Her voice had always been gentle, and that also applied now.
John’s voice, on the other hand, was slightly panicked. “I didn’t see her over there.”
Sophia’s eyes that were closed slowly opened upon hearing them. Staring at the gray sky, she
contemplated the matter for a moment. John Constance, that rat b*stard, has finally remembered me,
huh? She didn’t move but maintained her posture, sprawled out as though half-dead.
Meanwhile, John stood still and swept his gaze around the entire place, but he didn’t see Sophia.
Worry swamped him. She’s never been to such a place, so who knows where she might have
wandered off to? Unsettled, he headed to the artificial rocks again, but she wasn’t there either.
Isabelle followed him all around, yakking endlessly. “Miss Gwendolyn isn’t a child, so she can’t possibly
be lost. Don’t panic. We’ll look for her slowly.”
From afar, Sophia spotted John and Isabelle. She smiled vindictively. He now knows how I felt earlier.
Thrilled, the forlornness within her just now disappeared in a puff of smoke. After she’d waited for quite
some time, John’s footsteps headed in her direction.
She actually didn’t hear his footsteps but mainly Isabelle who was jabbering incessantly at his side.
Then, Isabelle’s voice suddenly ceased, upon which the corners of her mouth lifted silently even as she
heard John heaving a sigh of relief.
John saw Sophia leaning back against the bench, her head lifted to the sky with her eyes closed,
appearing as though she’d fallen asleep. So, he slowly walked over to her. Isabelle, however, stopped
a near distance away. When John reached the side of the bench, he murmured, “Sophia.”
Slowly opening her eyes, Sophia grinned. “You’re here!”
John noticed that she was holding a Band-Aid in her hand, and he had one in his pocket as well.
Opening his mouth, he tried to say something about it, but in the end, he merely said, “I’ve been
looking for you for ages.”
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