Next One Is a Babe Chapter 697

Not knowing what she had sent, John decided to ignore it and placed his phone back on top of the

bedside table.

At that, John wondered why did she even bother to send a message this late?

Hugging Sophia in his arms, he fell asleep again.

Meanwhile, Isabelle held onto her phone tightly, but still, she had yet to receive a reply from John.

Gazing at the time, Isabelle figured it wasn’t that late. Besides, judging from John’s current position, he

got caught up with work so often, he rarely got the chance to go to bed early.

Looking down at her phone, Isabelle was contemplating whether to resend another message, just in

case.

She hadn’t been in contact with John for the longest time ever. Initially, she thought of giving him the

brushoff for a short period of time because she was too clingy toward him.

However, after giving the cold treatment, it indirectly gave John and Sophia a chance to be close with

one another.

As of now, even Matilda and Sophia got along really well together to an extent, Isabelle felt she had

missed out so much.

Thus, she felt really worried these few days and intended to do something, but didn’t know where to

start.

After waiting for a little while longer, Isabelle put down her phone and turned to walk out of her room.

Once she got downstairs, she took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and went upstairs with it.

Taking the stairs up to the first floor, Elder Mr. Bailey coincidentally walked out of his room. Surprised to

see her, he asked, “Belle, aren’t you asleep yet?”

With that, Elder Mr. Bailey saw the bottle of red wine she carried with her. With a heavy sigh, he

immediately got the picture. “My child, you…”

Hesitated, he didn’t know what else to say to comfort her.

“Goodnight, Grandpa, and sleep well,” greeted Isabelle as she bowed her head and walked toward her

room.

Without bringing a glass with her, Isabelle took a few mouthfuls directly from the bottle.

Undoubtedly, she was confident that she had the chance, but how did it slip away in a blink of an eye?

She shouldn’t have listened to what others had to say, shouldn’t be this passive, and should have

seized every opportunity to meet up with John.

Indeed, she was aware that there was no relationship basis between them, so she really had to seek

the chance to meet with him often to cultivate their relationship. Otherwise, how would his feelings for

her grow?

The more she thought about it, the more bitter she felt.

Picking up her phone, the screen showed the WhatsApp conversation with John.

Under the influence of alcohol, Isabelle recorded a voice message and said, “John, can’t you tell how I

felt?”

Upon sending the voice message, she threw her phone aside without anticipating a reply from John.

Meanwhile, John heard his phone vibrate, but he could care less because Sophia had turned around

and snuggled up to him like an octopus.

Trying to avoid putting pressure onto her belly, John waited patiently for her to find a comfortable spot.

Holding her back into his arms, they enjoyed a goodnight sleep throughout the night.

Trying to avoid putting pressure onto her belly, John waited patiently for her to find a comfortable spot.

Holding her back into his arms, they enjoyed a goodnight sleep throughout the night.

The next morning, John had to wake up and get ready for work. Gently moving Sophia aside, he got up

and had a quick wash up.

The moment he got out of the bathroom, Sophia was still asleep, and wasn’t disturbed at all.

Standing beside the bed, John gazed at her while putting on his clothes.

Seeing her sound asleep like this, John got all warm-and-fuzzies because she wasn’t glaring at him

and wouldn’t roll her eyes at him; she looked somewhat vulnerable, and it melted his heart.

Unable to get a hold on himself, John leaned forward to kiss her.

Pushing his face away from hers, Sophia reacted a little slower than usual. “You’re so annoying!” she

grumbled sleepily.

Beaming with delight, John caressed her face and turned to leave the room.

Walking down the stairs, when John took out his phone to read some news, he noticed Isabelle’s

message.

Tapping on the voice message, he could hear Isabelle’s slurred speech.

Obviously, Isabelle was a little tipsy, so she was mumbling, but he could easily tell that she was being

upset.