Chapter 364

As John walked away, he said, “Wait for a while here. When they come later, you can leave.” Zack
instantly 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 many
places 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 asked
him several times why he hadn’t left, but Logan put on a guileless face. “Why? You don’t regard me as
a friend anymore? Are you finding me a bother?”

Revolted by his pretentiousness, Sophia spun on her heels and went upstairs, no longer interested in
looking at his face.

Sprawled on the sofa downstairs alone, Logan watched television merrily, so much so that Sophia
could hear his laughter from upstairs. This rat b*stard is truly unrestrained in his guffawing. Will my
neighbors misunderstand when they see this man coming to my house every day when I’m an
unmarried woman? After listening to his merry-making in the room for a while, she then walked over to
the window.

Gazing into the distance, her mind went to the recording Logan played earlier. It turns out that some of
those who are playing up the issue on the Internet is Isabelle’s doing. This woman is truly not that
bright. She shouldn’t be having people commenting that it’s true love between her and John at this
juncture. 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 that
there’s nothing between them. After all, it’s only when she whitewashes herself would her path be
broader and breezier in the future. She really shouldn’t be jumping into the muddy waters of being a
homewrecker, 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 was
also a tad hesitant. So what if I tell him? To make him hate Isabelle? She ruminated for what felt like an
eternity while standing there.

Then, she caught sight of John’s car, but the car didn’t drive over to her house. Instead, it stopped a
near distance away. Thereafter, no movement could be discerned. No one alighted from the car; the
only thing was that the engine was turned off. She stared fixedly at the car for a long while. After a
moment’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 watching
television, laughing uproariously. Wearing a long face, Sophia walked past him, only to have him
promptly sit up. “Hey, hey, where are you going? Are you going out? I’ll go with you. Are you going to
shop 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 for
John’s car. The driver knew her, so after a moment’s contemplation, he opened the door and alighted
from the car upon seeing her approach. Then, he even considerately wound down the window on
John’s side.

Going over, Sophia had both hands stuck in her pockets as she stood outside the car door. She gazed
at John, who was in the car, reclining against the seat with his eyes closed, his cheeks tinged with a



slight 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 up
in such a drunken state. Secondly, why is he foxed at this time? Is it because he doesn’t have much
work, 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 a
client at noon. Then, he told me that he wanted to come here, but he also said not to go too near and
just 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.”

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