Female Novel
Chapter 399
Ian was speaking loudly to her, asking if she was asleep.
He’s drunk. So, Sophia grunted and said, “Not yet, but I will soon.”
“Don’t sleep just yet.” Ian stopped her. “I’ll go to your place after I’m done here. I want to talk.”
“We can talk here.” She arched her eyebrow. There’s nothing we can’t talk about on a call.
Ian smiled. “I want to do it face to face.”
Sophia smiled too. “Sure, but don’t drink too much. I’ll be waiting.”
That was more than enough said. She ended the call and went to wash herself up as well as tidying herplace up. About thirty minutes later, Ian called her, saying he was done with his appointment and wason his way here. She grunted. “Did you have a lot to drink?”
“No. I’m a bad drinker, but I know how to control myself. I never drink too much.” Ian laughed.
Feeling reassured, Sophia said, “I’m waiting right here.”
When they ended the call, Sophia turned on the TV in the living room. The door was left open so shecould see Ian later. As it was already late, Sophia had bathed and changed into her pajamas. She saton the sofa holding her legs, leaving her hair to dry.
Some distance away from the house, John saw this, which made him frown.
His driver looked back. “Sir, we’ve been here for half an hour. Aren’t you going over?”
John didn’t reply to his driver but merely kept on looking at Sophia. The car wasn’t parked too far, sowhen Sophia came out to take a look around, he thought she would see him, but she didn’t. Her badeyesight obscured him from her.
Since then, John had stayed in his car quietly. He came here two days ago as well and saw herwatering her plants happily. She’s been living happily without me. The divorce made her livelier.
Another car stopped before Sophia’s house a while later, and the lights in the yard showed Ian in thecar. John snorted. No wonder she keeps her door opened and stays awake. So she’s waiting for him. novelbin
Sophia saw Ian the moment he came in, and she stood up. “I made some tea for you. Have some. Ithelps with the hangover.”
What greeted Ian when he came in was a pot of tea on the coffee table. He sat down across fromSophia and stared down at the tea. “You made this for me?” He smiled.
Sophia nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t even touch it. Having tea this late at night might keep me up, so I madethis only for you.”
Ian picked up the cup. The warmth was just right, and he downed half of the tea in one go. He actuallydidn’t drink too much liquor, for he was a bad drinker. If he went all out, it’d be disastrous. Then, he puthis cup down. “Today was not a good day, but your call made it better.”
During the argument with his father earlier in the morning, Bryce, in his rage, said, “You’re just like yourwench of a mother.”
Offended, Ian snapped, “Good. If I were anything like you, I’d kill myself.”
Thanks to that, his mood was in the gutters. Not even the appointment earlier managed to cheer himup. Mr. Zimmel had tried his best to hype the atmosphere up, but to no avail. Thus, he thought it wouldbe a bad day, until Sophia called him.