Neither was Sophia certain of John’s plans. She turned to look out of the window as she smacked her
lips. “John is the type of person who would choose to ignore certain things, which could be frustrating. I
just don’t understand him.”
That was how the two of them differed from each other, as Sophia would most certainly charge head on
to confront whoever that slandered her. She could hardly tolerate being defamed, so she would fight
back tooth and nail till the perpetrator was condemned for eternity.
“Mr. Constance might have his own concerns and plans. I was never involved in business dealings, so I
don’t know much about it,” Ian said after a moment’s silence.
“You sing well, so I think it would be a pity if you gave up on that.” Upon glancing at Ian, Sophia
changed the topic, only to garner a smile from him.
The waiter served them their soup after some time before the other dishes arrived. It was then that
Sophia took out her phone to take a photo of the food on the table before posting it on Facebook.
Considering the fact that she didn’t have friends, she wasn’t sure why she did that. Perhaps it was out
of a desire to put it up somewhere, but she dared not think of who could and would see her photo.
They dug in after she was done posting, during which Sophia inquired about Ian’s plans while working
with his family, only to find out that he never had any, as he never wanted to work there but was forced
to do so by his father, who was perhaps feeling guilty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIan had been wandering for a few years when the rest of his siblings had found their place in the
company. A drifter he was, who never went home for two years. Old Mr. Morgan was becoming more
sentimental as his age caught up with him, which was why he wished for a familial reunion, but it was
torturous for Ian.
The meal went on for a while before Sophia began scrolling through Facebook. Sure enough, Zack’s
comment could be found underneath her photo, in which he jokingly chided Sophia for enjoying hot pot
instead of resolving the scandal. A fleeting smile crossed her face before she set her phone aside.
Ian sent her home after the meal, while Sophia reminded him to get a change of clothes as the both of
them smelled like hot pot. It was after he waved at Sophia through a lowered window that he drove
away in his car, then she turned to enter the house, only to see that the door was unlocked upon
reaching the entrance.
She blinked her eyes while trying her best to recall what happened when she left the house, which she
recalled having locked the door.
Standing by the french windows, she looked into the house, but there was no one in the living room, so
she wondered if a thievery had happened in broad daylight.
Sophia took a deep breath before entering the living room, which was the same as before, without any
signs of having been searched through. There were sounds of people walking on the second stairway
on the second floor when she scanned her surroundings carefully, and John was soon to be seen
emerging beside the stairs while looking at her from higher ground.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in the office during this time of day?” She stared at him wide
eyed as his presence came as a shock to her. By that point, it was already afternoon and well past
lunch time.
Silence ensued as John walked down at a leisurely pace while holding his gaze, whereas Sophia
quickly walked up to him after changing her shoes. “What’s the matter? Did something happen in the
company? Are you fired?”
“Can’t you see me in a better light?” So was his response while looking at her.
“Why else would you be at home? For a second I thought there was a thievery going on!” A frown
formed on Sophia’s face as she complained.
John drank the mineral water he retrieved from the fridge by the kitchen entrance while Sophia looked
on from aside. His silent treatment displeased her, thus she pressed on, “I’m asking you, so tell me the
reason!”
It took him a few seconds before he gave a reply, “I took leave as I am not feeling well.”
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