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As John walked away, he said, “Wait for a while here. When they come later, you can leave.” Zack instantly
responded with an affirmation.
Exiting the hotel, John got into the car. The driver then asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Constance?”
John mulled it over for a while, but he just didn’t know where to go. It seems that there aren’t many places I can go
either. After a brief hesitation, he slowly recited an address.
Meanwhile, at Sophia’s house, Logan kept hanging around, making her feel a tad irritated. She’d asked him several
times why he hadn’t left, but Logan put on a guileless face. “Why? You don’t regard me as a friend anymore? Are
you finding me a bother?”
Revolted by his pretentiousness, Sophia spun on her heels and went upstairs, no longer interested in looking at his
face.
Sprawled on the sofa downstairs alone, Logan watched television merrily, so much so that Sophia could hear his
laughter from upstairs. This rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will my neighbors misunderstand
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when they see this man coming to my house every day when I’m an unmarried woman? After listening to his
merry-making in the room for a while, she then walked over to the window.
Gazing into the distance, her mind went to the recording Logan played earlier. It turns out that some of those who
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtare playing up the issue on the Internet is Isabelle’s doing. This woman is truly not that bright. She shouldn’t be
having people commenting that it’s true love between her and John at this juncture. When this is too prevalent, it’ll
be even easier to establish her reputation as a homewrecker.
Smirking, Sophia also thought, She would’ve been better served to have people commenting that there’s nothing
between them. After all, it’s only when she whitewashes herself would her path be broader and breezier in the
future. She really shouldn’t be jumping into the muddy waters of being a homewrecker, for even if she manages to
get out in the end, she’ll never be pure once more.
Still, I wonder whether John is aware of this. Sophia had the urge to tell John about this, but she was also a tad
hesitant. So what if I tell him? To make him hate Isabelle? She ruminated for what felt like an eternity while standing
there.
Then, she caught sight of John’s car, but the car didn’t drive over to her house. Instead, it stopped a near distance
away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from the car; the only thing was that the
engine was turned off. She stared fixedly at the car for a long while. After a moment’s deliberation, she then went
downstairs.
Logan was still sprawled on the sofa, a leg resting on the sofa’s armrest. Now, he was still watching television,
laughing uproariously. Wearing a long face, Sophia walked past him, only to have him promptly sit up. “Hey, hey,
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where are you going? Are you going out? I’ll go with you. Are you going to shop for groceries? I’ll help to carry the
groceries. If you go alone—”
“Just zip it!” Sophia strode out of the living room without a backward glance, making a beeline for John’s car. The
driver knew her, so after a moment’s contemplation, he opened the door and alighted from the car upon seeing
her approach. Then, he even considerately wound down the window on John’s side.
Going over, Sophia had both hands stuck in her pockets as she stood outside the car door. She gazed at John, who
was in the car, reclining against the seat with his eyes closed, his cheeks tinged with a slight flush. At a single
glance, she could tell that he was drunk. Mild surprise swamped her. Firstly, John’s alcohol tolerance has always
been good, so I wonder how much he’d imbibed that he ended up in such a drunken state. Secondly, why is he
foxed at this time? Is it because he doesn’t have much work, so he’s taking the afternoon off? Logically speaking,
people go out and drink at night.
John seemed to be asleep since he’d been motionless all along.
After watching at the side for a while, the driver went over to Sophia. “Mr. Constance entertained a client at noon.
Then, he told me that he wanted to come here, but he also said not to go too near and just park a distance away,”
he murmured in a whisper.
Sophia chuckled. “Mr. Constance has probably drunk too much, so the alcohol has muddled his mind. You should
just drive home and have him sleep it off.”
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