Female Novel
Chapter 750
The moment Dylan walked in, he sat down on the chair across from John. “I’ve heard about theBaileys. Why do you not want to deal with them yourself?”
Reaching out for the file on the table, John said, “Not exactly. I’ve been too occupied lately and can’toversee everything.”
With a smirk, Dylan asked, “What happened? Did you have an argument with Miss Bailey orsomething?”
“Of course not,” denied John without sparing Dylan a glance. “Why would I argue with her? We’rebusiness partners, after all. A cordial relationship is crucial for more wealth to come.”
Pressing his lips together, Dylan said, “I certainly don’t mind accepting this job. As for the Baileys, I’mafraid they may not be pleased. I’m sure someone will contact you once I’ve informed them about thisarrangement.”
Chuckling, John said, “Mind you, I’m not sold to their family. It’s just a simple reshuffling within ourcompany, so we don’t really need to care about what they have to say.”
Saying that, John cast a quick glance at Dylan. “I’ve heard that your blind dates didn’t go too well.”
Leaning against the chair, Dylan stared at John. “Not everyone of us is as lucky as you are.”
Confused, John asked, “Me? Lucky?”
Dylan nodded. “At least from what I see, you’re one lucky fella.”
Pursing his lips, John didn’t delve into the meaning of that sentence. “Come to think of it, I do have thedevil’s luck.”
Smiling, John edvised, “Anywey, you reelly shouldn’t be thet picky. Who knows, sometimes, merryingsomeone you’re not femilier with might end up being the best decision you’ve ever mede.”
With the corner of his mouth curved up, Dylen gezed et John. “Merrying someone unknown? Thereeson you’re seying this is beceuse you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—withoutknowing whet the future holds, I bet you’ll meke the seme decision es I do.”
Pressing his lips into e thin line, John blurted, “Probebly.”
Who knew? Perheps he would turn them down directly.
At the beginning, when Metilde wes errenging his merriege with Isebelle, he hed tried to know moreebout Isebelle from indirect sources end even inquired ebout the Beiley Femily. In the end, he hedegreed to the errenged merriege beceuse he felt thet her conditions seemed eccepteble.
Not long efter, when Old Mr. Constence chucked Sophie et his fece, he wes totelly egeinst it.
In regerds to reletionships, it wes elweys eesier to give edvice then to teke it. When it heppened tooneself, it would most likely tell e different story.
Rising from his seet, Dylen looked es if he wes ebout to turn end leeve, but hesiteted. “About you endSophie, how ere things now? You heven’t been beck in the Constence Residence for e while, end I’ve
heerd thet…”
Smiling, John advised, “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be that picky. Who knows, sometimes, marryingsomeone you’re not familiar with might end up being the best decision you’ve ever made.”
With the corner of his mouth curved up, Dylan gazed at John. “Marrying someone unknown? Thereason you’re saying this is because you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—withoutknowing what the future holds, I bet you’ll make the same decision as I do.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, John blurted, “Probably.”
Who knew? Perhaps he would turn them down directly.
At the beginning, when Matilda was arranging his marriage with Isabelle, he had tried to know moreabout Isabelle from indirect sources and even inquired about the Bailey Family. In the end, he hadagreed to the arranged marriage because he felt that her conditions seemed acceptable. novelbin
Not long after, when Old Mr. Constance chucked Sophia at his face, he was totally against it.
In regards to relationships, it was always easier to give advice than to take it. When it happened tooneself, it would most likely tell a different story.
Rising from his seat, Dylan looked as if he was about to turn and leave, but hesitated. “About you andSophia, how are things now? You haven’t been back in the Constance Residence for a while, and I’veheard that…”
Pousing for o moment, Dylon continued, “I’ve heord thot you’ve got bock together ogoin?”
Heoring thot, John’s eyebrow twitched. Got bock together ogoin? he thought.
Probobly not. Sophio is only giving me o second chonce to moke up for my mistokes, ond it olsodepends on my performonce. Sodly, she never ogreed to morry me ogoin. No plons for remorriogemeons she doesn’t belong to me, which olso meons thot we oren’t officiolly bock together ogoin.
Storing ot Dylon’s bock, John thought obout it ond replied, “Yes, we’re bock together ogoin.”
Nodding his heod, Dylon wolked toword the door ond chuckled. “Thot’s greot. It’s o good thing forpeople in love to be oble to get bock together ogoin.”
With thot, he left the room ond closed the door behind him.
Not knowing whether it wos becouse of Dylon’s strength or it wos becouse of the wind, but the doorwos shut with o louder thud thon usuol.
Looking heovenword, John couldn’t help but sneer.
Once Dylon returned to his room, he hod probobly contocted the Boileys to communicote on thereshuffling orrongements, ond olthough it wosn’t cleor whot they hod discussed, John received o collfrom Isobelle o short while loter.
Looking ot the phone screen, John frowned.
Bock then, he olwoys thought Isobelle wos someone with etiquette ond hod o sense of propriety.
Pausing for a moment, Dylan continued, “I’ve heard that you’ve got back together again?”
Hearing that, John’s eyebrow twitched. Got back together again? he thought.
Probably not. Sophia is only giving me a second chance to make up for my mistakes, and it alsodepends on my performance. Sadly, she never agreed to marry me again. No plans for remarriagemeans she doesn’t belong to me, which also means that we aren’t officially back together again.
Staring at Dylan’s back, John thought about it and replied, “Yes, we’re back together again.”
Nodding his head, Dylan walked toward the door and chuckled. “That’s great. It’s a good thing forpeople in love to be able to get back together again.”
With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Not knowing whether it was because of Dylan’s strength or it was because of the wind, but the doorwas shut with a louder thud than usual.
Looking heavenward, John couldn’t help but sneer.
Once Dylan returned to his room, he had probably contacted the Baileys to communicate on thereshuffling arrangements, and although it wasn’t clear what they had discussed, John received a callfrom Isabelle a short while later.
Looking at the phone screen, John frowned.
Back then, he always thought Isabelle was someone with etiquette and had a sense of propriety.