Next One Is a Babe Chapter 65

After room service had delivered the beer, Zack opened the lid of the seafood meal and properly

arranged it on the table.

Then, Sophia edged in. "Let's dig in."

Her proactiveness caught John's attention. At this point, she even brought a chair over and sat in it.

First of all, she reached for a crab claw. "The crab claws from this restaurant are fat and juicy."

After finishing her sentence, she took a bite of it.

John gave her another glance.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, the sight of this reminded him of how Sophia used to eat at the

Constance Residence.

He recalled that at that time, Sophia would eat properly—small bites and a soft voice. Her demeanor

was truly lady-like.

Zack could no longer take it. "Could you please wash your hands first?"

Sophia scowled at him. "I'm not eating the shells anyway, so why should I wash my hands? Look at my

hands—they're only touching the shells."

As she explained, she showed Zack where her hands were touching, but her hands were so greasy

that it made it hard for Zack to stare at them.

At this point, John smiled. "It would've been great if you were also like this when you were at my place."

Sophia's eyes widened. "If that was the case, I would've been kicked out of the Constance Residence

after just two days."

Mrs. Constance was a person who emphasized keeping the rules, and the thought of her face at this

point annoyed Sophia.

John grinned. "Then things would've been much simpler, wouldn't they?"

"Who says that?" Sophia asked while nibbling. "Look at how much I received after divorcing you. If I

were to get kicked out by your mother, I wouldn't have received as much."

Her lips were full of grease.

Zack passed a napkin to her. She took it and casually wiped her mouth with it.

After taking out a portion of the crabs, Zack placed them in a box and gave it to John, who had just

opened a bottle of beer and poured some into a glass.

Sophia looked at another glass. "Could you pour me some too?"

Zack's eyes widened. "What about your stomach?"

"Forget that." Sophia smiled. "I don't usually enjoy eating this much. Can you please not ruin it?"

Zack pulled a long face and reluctantly poured a glass for her.

Since Sophia's hands were still greasy, she casually wiped them before grabbing the glass and giving

John a toast.

John's glass clinked with hers. "If you were like this before…"

He hesitated and did not complete the sentence.

If Sophia were like this before, there was not a chance she would have been married to him as Mrs.

Constance would be the first to object to it.

Furthermore, based on Mrs. Constance’s character, Sophia would definitely get into fights with her on a

daily basis.

John's mother paid the utmost attention to manners and upbringing.

Though not knowing what point John was trying to make, Sophia could not be bothered to ask.

This was a rare opportunity for the three of them to have such a pleasant time together.

They held their glasses in their hands and gave each other a toast.

Sophia was never a good drinker, so after just a few glasses of beer, she became tipsy.

She waved her hand. "I think I'm done. I can't even see clearly now."

She grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands before standing up. "You guys go ahead. I need to lie

down for a bit. Otherwise, I may not be able to walk later."

Leaning against the couch, John stared at Sophia, who was staggering along but still managed to

make her way to the bedroom.

She then jumped onto her bed and fell asleep with her bedroom door opened.

Sleep was the next best thing to alcohol.

She slowly passed out just after seconds of lying on her bed.

Not long after, due to dehydration, she woke up but was too lazy to get up. So, she decided to start

humming in bed.

A while later, she could not take the thirst anymore and tried to slowly get out of bed.

The house was quiet. All that she could hear was the sound of water.

She peered around and saw a figure in the bathroom.

She did not stand up until she stared at it for a good few seconds. Then, she shuffled her way toward it.

At this moment, John was taking a shower. He felt that his body was burning because of the alcohol, so

he decided to take a cold shower.

Just as he was almost done, someone cracked open the bathroom door.

Meanwhile, Sophia's hair was unkempt and her eyes were barely opened.

However, her mouth was moving as she mumbled, "I'm so sticky. I need a shower."

She began taking her clothes off as she muttered.