Next One Is a Babe Chapter 1195

Hmm, the netizens are quite upstanding this time. John scanned through the comments, feeling very

much gratified with the netizens’ reaction. At least, no one is blaming the victim and talking crap based

on conjecture.

After a while, a servant approached with a fruit platter, probably having been ordered by Old Mrs.

Constance to bring out some food since they’d been out here for ages. When she walked up and saw

that Sophia had dozed off, she promptly lightened her steps. John then motioned to the table at the

side with his eyes, whereupon she placed the fruits there alongside various other snacks on the platter.

Sophia’s appetite these days was truly odd. For instance, she suddenly wanted to eat radish paste a

few days ago. He went to a few places and bought her different flavors, but she then complained that

none was her ideal taste. Thus, Old Mrs. Constance had someone go to a rural village to check

whether anyone was making homemade paste and purchase some back. The person whom she asked

was quite reliable, for he truly found some homemade paste in the village. However, when it was

brought back, her craving had passed, and she hankered for baked potatoes instead.

Supporting her head, John took a blanket from the side and placed it under her head as he slowly

reclined her against the chair. He had to go and buy dessert back for her, else her taste might change

again when she woke up. He wanted to give her everything she wanted to eat in the moment itself.

Ordering the servant to stay and keep an eye on Sophia, he then left. He drove toward Robin’s dessert

shop. The signage had already changed to a pink one, looking very cozy. The name of the shop had

also changed to a combination of Robin and Lincoln’s names. No matter what the changed name is, it’s

much better than the name of Sophia’s shop previously.

Robin was startled upon seeing John. She hurriedly ushered him in and urged him to have a seat.

Then, she even peered outside. “Sophia didn’t come with you?”

John murmured in affirmation. “She’s sleeping at home. I just came out to buy her something back.”

Upon hearing that, Robin understood his meaning at once. “She’s craving for dessert, yes? Wait a

moment. I’ll pack some for you right away.” She quickly grabbed a plastic bag and placed several types

of dessert in it for Sophia. As she did so, she noted, “A few of these are my new creations recently, so

I’ll let her try them.”

Turning his head, John glanced around the small shop. She has added a lot more things now. There’s

an ice cream machine, and she’s even selling oden! He chuckled. “You’re quite good at this. There’s a

lot more variety now.”

The corners of Robin’s mouth turned up. “I’m just trying my hand. I like doing this, so I experiment

when I’m free.”

John merely nodded without saying anything.

When Robin was done packing everything into the bag, she came over and placed it on the table, but

John didn’t leave immediately. Lifting his eyes, he stared at her for a moment. “How’s life? Is he good

to you?”

Robin sat down across from him. “Life’s good. He’s mild-tempered, so he even mollifies me when I get

into a snit sometimes. At least, we’ve never fought until now.”

Humming thoughtfully, John murmured, “That’s good.”

Robin fixed her gaze on him, not quite able to put a name to this feeling that abruptly surged within her.

A while later, she retracted her gaze. Crossing her hands on the table, she kept her gaze on her fingers

which she kept twiddling. “You know what, John? You’re quite infatuating.”

At first, John didn’t grasp her meaning, and he even laughed. “You’re joking! I’m actually not that good.”