Female Novel
Chapter 364
As John walked away, he said, “Wait for a while here. When they come later, you can leave.” Zackinstantly responded with an affirmation.
Exiting the hotel, John got into the car. The driver then asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Constance?”
John mulled it over for a while, but he just didn’t know where to go. It seems that there aren’t manyplaces I can go either. After a brief hesitation, he slowly recited an address.
Meanwhile, at Sophia’s house, Logan kept hanging around, making her feel a tad irritated. She’d askedhim several times why he hadn’t left, but Logan put on a guileless face. “Why? You don’t regard me asa friend anymore? Are you finding me a bother?” novelbin
Revolted by his pretentiousness, Sophia spun on her heels and went upstairs, no longer interested inlooking at his face.
Sprawled on the sofa downstairs alone, Logan watched television merrily, so much so that Sophiacould hear his laughter from upstairs. This rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will myneighbors misunderstand when they see this man coming to my house every day when I’m anunmarried woman? After listening to his merry-making in the room for a while, she then walked over tothe window.
Gazing into the distance, her mind went to the recording Logan played earlier. It turns out that some ofthose who are playing up the issue on the Internet is Isabelle’s doing. This woman is truly not thatbright. She shouldn’t be having people commenting that it’s true love between her and John at thisjuncture. When this is too prevalent, it’ll be even easier to establish her reputation as a homewrecker.
Smirking, Sophia also thought, She would’ve been better served to have people commenting thatthere’s nothing between them. After all, it’s only when she whitewashes herself would her path bebroader and breezier in the future. She really shouldn’t be jumping into the muddy waters of being ahomewrecker, for even if she manages to get out in the end, she’ll never be pure once more.
Still, I wonder whether John is aware of this. Sophia had the urge to tell John about this, but she wasalso a tad hesitant. So what if I tell him? To make him hate Isabelle? She ruminated for what felt like aneternity while standing there.
Then, she caught sight of John’s car, but the car didn’t drive over to her house. Instead, it stopped anear distance away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from the car; theonly thing was that the engine was turned off. She stared fixedly at the car for a long while. After amoment’s deliberation, she then went downstairs.
Logan was still sprawled on the sofa, a leg resting on the sofa’s armrest. Now, he was still watchingtelevision, laughing uproariously. Wearing a long face, Sophia walked past him, only to have himpromptly sit up. “Hey, hey, where are you going? Are you going out? I’ll go with you. Are you going toshop for groceries? I’ll help to carry the groceries. If you go alone—”
“Just zip it!” Sophia strode out of the living room without a backward glance, making a beeline forJohn’s car. The driver knew her, so after a moment’s contemplation, he opened the door and alightedfrom the car upon seeing her approach. Then, he even considerately wound down the window onJohn’s side.
Going over, Sophia had both hands stuck in her pockets as she stood outside the car door. She gazedat John, who was in the car, reclining against the seat with his eyes closed, his cheeks tinged with aslight flush. At a single glance, she could tell that he was drunk. Mild surprise swamped her. Firstly,
John’s alcohol tolerance has always been good, so I wonder how much he’d imbibed that he ended upin such a drunken state. Secondly, why is he foxed at this time? Is it because he doesn’t have muchwork, so he’s taking the afternoon off? Logically speaking, people go out and drink at night.
John seemed to be asleep since he’d been motionless all along.
After watching at the side for a while, the driver went over to Sophia. “Mr. Constance entertained aclient at noon. Then, he told me that he wanted to come here, but he also said not to go too near andjust park a distance away,” he murmured in a whisper.
Sophia chuckled. “Mr. Constance has probably drunk too much, so the alcohol has muddled his mind.You should just drive home and have him sleep it off.”