Next One Is a Babe Chapter 203

It was rare for Sophia to see him in such a casual outfit, as he was always in a hurry while in her

presence. As she entered the living room, Sophia asked while taking off her shoes, “You have not

eaten, have you?”

John turned to stare at her momentarily before grunting in the affirmative, while the reflection on his

glasses obscured the expression in his eyes. Thus, into the kitchen she went to retrieve some veggies

from the fridge. The soup he brought home last night was gone, so he had either consumed it or

poured it down the drain. She turned around to begin cooking after retrieving all that she needed.

Meanwhile, John put his laptop away before taking off his glasses, then he pinched the space in

between his brows as he walked toward the kitchen to stand by the entrance. “I’ll be leaving for the

Constance Residence in a bit, so you won’t have to cook my portion of the meal.”

“Alright, got it.” Her hands were in constant movement even as she gave him an answer. John then

turned to pack up his stuff on the sofa, and it wasn’t long before Sophia heard the sounds of his car

leaving when she was halfway through preparing her meal. All she did was let out a snicker as she

went on with cooking.

It was never her plan to cook a lavish meal, as John’s presence made no difference. She ate her meal

after preparing it, then cleaned everything up before lying down in bed. A quick scroll through the online

news revealed the constant fluctuation of information, as the scandal regarding the Constances were

no longer a hot topic.

She let out another sneer before heaving a long sigh. Being rich sure has its benefits. It means you can

always either hire a bunch of ghostwriters, or remove your search results from the option bar, so you

can easily manipulate information regarding you.

After doing some reading for her driving test, she planned on taking a nap, but her phone rang before

she fell asleep. A string of numbers appeared without its caller ID, which she recognized to belong to

Mrs. Constance. It was an odd incident, as Mrs. Constance never called her. Sophia picked up

nonetheless, but she chose to remain silent. Neither did Mrs. Constance speak, but she could hear

voices from the other side of the line, which sounded like the chatter of a man and a woman.

Sophia chuckled as she realized what was happening. After tailing the Baileys and eavesdropping on

them, she knew Isabelle would be going to the Constance Residence later on. John was also travelling

back to the place, which was indicative of what would happen, so Sophia wondered how she did not

see that coming. However, she didn’t hang up; instead, she simply listened on as she left the phone by

her pillow.

Mrs. Constance must have tucked the phone in some secluded place, as aside from Isabelle’s

occasional chuckles, she couldn’t actually hear what was said through the call, but it was proof enough

that conversation seemed to flow easily. John’s voice would join in once in a while, which also sounded

light-hearted.

Using the noises from the call as a lullaby, Sophia shut her eyes and soon dozed off. She didn’t know if

Mrs. Constance said anything afterward, nor did she know when the call ended. She slept for a whole

two hours, only to wake up to a darkening sky that indicated an upcoming downpour.

Sophia went into the yard to move her plants around before settling down in the living room. There was

a message from Mr. Reyes on her phone which asked to meet her when she would be free in order to

sign the contract.

Upon checking the weather, Sophia told him that she could do that immediately. The landlord seemed

to be in a hurry as he replied that he would drive over to the shop, so they could sign the contract over

there.

After replying in the affirmative, Sophia hailed a cab with an umbrella in hand after locking the door.

Sure enough, rain began pouring when she was on her way to the shop. The cab pulled over by the

dessert shop, wherein the landlord was already there.

Sophia walked into it under her umbrella to meet up with the landlord, who had the contract ready.

Upon thinking about it, Sophia snapped a photo of the contract, which she then sent to Zack, as she

was afraid that Mr. Reyes might have dug another trap for her.