Next One Is a Babe Chapter 1612

Logan uncorked all the wine bottles and kept refilling Ian’s and John’s glasses. Ian didn’t refuse him,

since he was going all out. After that, Logan asked the waiter to get a room for Ian and Aurora. They

had too much to drink, so they couldn’t leave. It was better to let them sleep here for the night.

The dinner took two hours to finish. By the end of it, Ian and Logan were already drunk. John held

back, but even he was a bit tipsy.

Sophia pinched his cheek. “Are you drunk?”

John turned around and smiled dumbly at her.

Yep, he’s drunk. She patted his head. “Do you know who I am?”

John held her hand and kissed it. “Of course. You’re my wife.”

She nodded. “Do you think I’m nice?”

“Yeah. Of course you are.”

Then she asked, “Will you listen to me, then?”

John answered warmly, “Of course.”

Now she finally got him where she wanted. “Can you go to work starting tomorrow, then?”

John paused. He looked tipsy, but he knew what he should answer. “No. I need to stay home and take

care of the boy.”

That wiped the smile off Sophia’s face. “Will you listen to me?”

John nodded. “I will, but I am still not going to work. No.”

Drunk? Drunk, my foot. Sophia snorted and decided to ignore him. For some reason, she had a feeling

John was just putting on an act.

John grinned, and he didn’t let her hand go. “Don’t try to set me up. I might be tipsy, but I’m not stupid.”

Sophia snorted and rolled her eyes. “As if. You’re not tipsy. Not even a little.”

Ian got into his room, but he didn’t even know how he came in. He walked around it for a while and

vaguely remembered Logan reserving one for him. Ian looked back at the door, but it was closed, and

the waiter who took him here had left. He thumped his forehead to ease his headache for a while, then

he went to sit on the bed. After staring at the floor for a while, he took his phone out.

There were no missed calls or unread messages, which meant nobody was missing him. He was

starting to see doubles, so he squinted at his phone to focus, then he tapped into his contact list. As he

had liquid courage, he didn’t think too much before doing things. And so, he scrolled down until he saw

Cindy’s number, and he called her.

Cindy was already on her bed at that time. Being home was great. She didn’t have to work late into the

night, so she could go to bed on time. Just as she was drifting to sleep, she heard her phone vibrating.

She rummaged around for it and opened one eye to see who was calling. When she saw the caller, she

was quiet for a moment, then she opened both of her eyes.

Her phone was still vibrating, obviously waiting for her to take the call. She slowly sat up and picked up

the call. “Anything?”

For a moment, all she could hear was Ian’s heavy breathing.

A frown creased her forehead. “Are you there, Ian? Or did you call me by accident?”

Ian paused for a few moments. “Are you asleep? Did I disturb you?”

Just from his voice alone, Cindy knew something was wrong. She asked, “Are you drunk?”

Ian heaved a long sigh. “Am I? Drunk? No. Not drunk.”

He paused after every word. He was obviously drunk, but still he denied it. Cindy was a bit relieved

after knowing that. Of course he is. That’s why he called me. A guy as proud as him wouldn’t call me

otherwise. She asked again, “Why did you call me? Do you need anything?”

Suddenly, Ian chuckled. “Why? Can’t I call you even if I don’t need anything?”

Cindy was slightly frustrated by that answer. Ian was a distant man when he was sober, and he was

confrontational when he was drunk. This guy is so not adorable.