Female Novel
Chapter 160
After rolling around for a while, drowsiness inundated Sophia since she got up early this morning.Hugging John’s blanket, she then closed her eyes and dozed off groggily. After some time, she rousedgroggily as well. She slowly sat up and perked up her ears, listening to the two people talking outside, aman and a woman, their voices distinct.
Smirking, she languidly got out of bed and padded to the small closet at the side barefooted. A few ofJohn’s shirts hung in the closet, all of the same type—shirt, suit, and the like. She took a shirt out andpromptly stripped before slipping on the shirt. There was a mirror in the closet, and she unbuttoned twobuttons at the collar after looking at her reflection in the mirror. Hmm, this looks much more sultry.
Ruffling her hair, she then walked over to the door. She pushed open the door gently and evensymbolically rubbed her eyes while whining, “John, I’m thirsty. The food during lunch was just too salty.Do you have water here?”
All the once, the voices outside ceased. Squinting, Sophia gazed at them and stared intently. John’sexpression was unruffled, but Isabelle, who was at the side, had several expressions flashing acrossher face. Sounding slightly panicked, Sophia exclaimed, “You have a guest?”
John stared at her for a few heartbeats. “Go and get changed.” Murmuring an acquiescence, Sophiaretreated back into the bedroom. When she’d closed the door, the panic on her face vanished in a puffof smoke. All smiles, she even hummed softly as she changed into her clothes.
When she went out again, Isabelle’s expression was much more composed as she sat on the sofa witha glass of water before her. There was also a glass of water on John’s desk, so Sophia went right overand picked it up, taking several gulps without even asking for permission. This is John’s glass, so he’llprobably toss it after I’d used it. She smirked. No matter. I don’t care. I’m just vexed now, vexation
swamping me whenever I see Isabelle Bailey. And when I’m vexed, no one else is allowed to be happy! novelbin
John was still sitting in his chair when Isabelle looked up at Sophia. “I never thought that you’d be here,Miss Gwendolyn.”
Sophia smirked, putting on an exasperated expression. “Ahem, wrong address there.”
Startled, Isabelle then chuckled. “Sorry, I forgot.”
The smile on Sophia’s face was as fake as a three-dollar bill. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it in time.”Asking Isabelle Bailey to address me as Mrs. Constance is probably killing her. She then went over andsat down across from Isabelle. “You came here for a work matter, Miss Bailey?”
Isabelle murmured an assent. “Yes, I’m here to discuss the details of the collaboration. I’ll be handlingthe collaboration in future, so I came over to specifically study the contract with Mr. Constance.”
Nodding slowly, Sophia lamented, “I truly envy capable people like you. You’re responsible for so manythings, and you even manage to do a good job. I can’t do that.”
Isabelle smiled. “It isn’t all that difficult.”
Sophia heaved a sigh. “It’s rather difficult for me. I’m the kind of person who naturally needs a man tosupport me, and fortunately, I really found a man who’s willing to support me. Say, it’s truly a rare find.Haha…” She giggled with a hand over her mouth and even cocked an eyebrow at John.
Reclining in his chair, John looked at the two of them without much expression on his face. At thismoment, Sophia was buoyed with gratification. Her remark was laden with meaning, and she believed
that Isabelle could understand what she meant. But so what if she does? She can’t refute it anyway butmerely go along with me. This feels absurdly gratifying!
If it were some other women around John, she could actually accept it, but not Isabelle, perchancebecause of Mrs. Constance. Every single humiliation she’d ever suffered in Constance Residenceinvolved Isabelle’s name because every single time Mrs. Constance insulted her, it was always acomparison with Isabelle. Thus, she couldn’t be blamed for finding Isabelle to be an eyesore. John canbe with anyone, but not Isabelle Bailey!
Picking up her glass, Isabelle took a sip of water, saying nary a word. However, she could still remaincomposed in such an awkward situation considering her good breeding, making Sophia appearoverbearing in contrast. Nonetheless, Sophia wasn’t bothered, her sole concern being her gratification.