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John guffawed. “When you went out with Dylan, you must have carefully selected the cufflinks as his
gift to Uncle Owen. Why do you look so dismissive when it’s my turn?”
“How could you compare yourself to Dylan?” she replied without thinking, and John immediately sank
into silence.
Sophia paused and debated if she needed to explain herself. She had meant to say that she was not
close with Dylan and had to entertain him out of courtesy. As for John, she had an intimate relationship
with him and therefore was comfortable enough to dismiss him.
However, when she walked to the bathroom door and peeked toward the bedroom entrance, John had
turned around and left. She was surprised that he left after hearing her remark. That jerk.
She stood there for a while before entering the bathroom to wash her face quickly. Then, she went over
to the window and looked out. From her position, she could see the window of the living room if she
looked down.
The living room was plunged into darkness, which meant that John was not there. He must be in his
own room.
She closed her windows, drew the curtains, and lay on her bed. On the other side, John retreated to his
room and entered his bathroom with his pajamas.
The bath attached to his room had no bathtub, therefore he had no choice but to take a quick shower.
At first, he had taken a lot of alcohol that made him tipsy. However, after his shower, he washed away
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe smell of alcohol on him along with the sleepiness.
With a pack of cigarettes in his hand, he went over to the room window. The pack was newly bought,
and he had to pick at the opening with his nails to open it. His fingers kept slipping around. Darn it! Why
can’t I open this thing?!
His face sullen, he abruptly stopped his action, and at the heat of the moment, he crushed the cigarette
pack in his palm. His brows started to furrow, which betrayed his confusion, but more than that, his
frustration.
He flipped his hand and flung the cigarette pack onto the floor in a confusing fit of rage.
Standing on the ground and taking a few deep breaths, he drew the curtain in a swift movement and
turned around to get into his bed, his actions full of anger.
At last, he switched off the lights and shut his eyes tightly, forcing himself to clear his mind.
Under the influence of alcohol, he slowly sank into sleep. In the stupor, he suddenly recalled what
Zack, who visited in the afternoon, said.
According to Zack, Sophia was with Dylan, and the two appeared quite close to each other, like they
had a good relationship.
John could not ascertain if Zack had been exaggerating, but the information upset him. At first, Dylan
objected to this, but now he attempted to get closer and play a game with them. John did not know
what the Second Constance Family was thinking.
After some time, he drifted away into sleep.
Thanks to the alcohol, he went into a dreamless sleep until the sun rose. His biological clock was very
accurate, and he woke up at the intended time.
After getting ready, he was about to go downstairs but immediately heard some movements in the
kitchen when he was at the top of the staircase. Sophia was humming a tune while making breakfast,
appearing to be in a great mood. She had never felt as happy as she was right now. Back when she
was with John at the old residence, she indeed went through a miserable time.
Back then, Mrs. Constance loved to pick on her, but John never once intervened, which put Sophia in a
tough spot. No wonder she remarked that he was different from Dylan.
After perching at the top of the stairs for a short while, he slowly descended. Sophia saw him from the
kitchen and told him, “Get to the dining hall. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
John replied with silence, but he obediently went into the dining hall and took his seat. He took out his
phone and checked his schedule for the day.
His schedule was quite packed. Except for the lunch break, he did not have any space to rest.
Soon, Sophia served him a Chinese breakfast, which was not to his preference because he thought it
was too much work. But Sophia couldn’t care less about his opinions and insisted on making what she
liked.
Since John was on the receiving end, he had no say in the food served.
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