Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 542

After Sophia thought about it, she decided to just let John stay over.

Along the way, John seemed to be asleep, but when the cab stopped outside Sophia’s house, he suddenly woke up, opened the door and got off quickly. After Sophia paid the fare and got off, John was already standing at the door. She stared at the man in a somewhat helpless manner.

In her life, she was most helpless against drunkards because she knew that she herself behaved terribly when she was drunk, so she had no right to be repulsed by others’ drunken behaviors.

After she went over to open the door, John went in at once. He did not stay downstairs but walked up the stairs by himself without a word.

Sophia almost laughed out loud. Does John think that this is his home?

After that, she called out to him twice, but he didn't respond to her as if he hadn't heard her at all. In just a moment, he disappeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Sighing, Sophia went to the kitchen. Since John would definitely have a hangover the next day, she had to prepare some chicken soup in advance as a hangover cure. Thus, she busied herself in the kitchen downstairs for a while. When she went upstairs, she found that John was already asleep in her bedroom.

This guy is acting the same as the last time. He didn't take off his clothes and just lay on the bed like that.

Sophia put the chicken soup aside and went up to turn John over. “John, wake up. Drink the chicken soup before going to sleep, otherwise you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”

John slowly turned around and lay flat on the bed. Squinting up at her, he called, “Sophia.”

Sophia turned around to get the bowl of chicken soup. However, John pulled her hand with a sudden force without any warning, causing her to fall directly on his body.

Sophia was so shocked that she hurriedly pushed against John's chest. “John, are you crazy?”

John's eyes were a little red as he looked at Sophia without saying a word. His expression looked a little passionate. Seeing that, Sophia took a deep breath and said, “Don’t move. I’ll get you the chicken soup.”

She struggled to stand up and brought the chicken soup over. By then, John had already sat up. He was very obliging as he drank all the chicken soup without needing Sophia to coax him at all. When he finished, Sophia took the bowl and turned to leave with it. However, John grabbed Sophia's hand, stared at her, and called out again, “Sophia.”

Sophia nodded at him. “You had dinner with Isabelle today, right? Are you happy?”

John let out a muffled laugh. Then, he suddenly flipped over and pinned Sophia on the bed.

Grabbing the bowl tightly in her hand, Sophia exclaimed, “What are you doing? Get away! The bowl is going to fall!”

John took the bowl over from her hand and threw it to the floor. As the floor was carpeted, the bowl didn’t shatter but only clanged dully as it hit the floor. Sophia glared at him angrily. Although John still smelled like alcohol, he looked sober enough.

John's mouth twitched as he asked, “Sophia, are you jealous?”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “Are you really this narcissistic? Why should I be jealous? Are you crazy, or am I?”

Her words were venomous, but John had expected her to say such things, so he blocked her mouth directly with his lips and prevented her from speaking at all.

Sophia's eyes bulged. Again! He’s doing this again! She pushed John hard, but this time, he was different from before and acted rather unrestrainedly. Hence, Sophia couldn't protect herself with just her hands. As their limbs tangled with each other, the two of them rolled onto the floor.

The situation was more than a little chaotic. Sophia's brain couldn’t process what was happening, so she looked up at the ceiling and said hoarsely, “You smell of alcohol all over.”

Hearing this, John laughed aloud and without any delay, he carried her in his arms and strode into the bathroom.

In her daze, some scenes flashed through Sophia’s mind without any warning.