Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 683

She even added, “I’ll finish my work as soon as possible, then I’ll have some free time. Tell me when you want to meet, Mrs. Constance. We didn’t even get to talk today, and honestly, it has been bugging me.”

“Sure,” Matilda replied ‘happily’. “It’s been a while since we met up. We have to catch up sometime over a meal.” Then, she nodded. “Yeap, we really should.”

Isabelle didn’t say much after Matilda’s rejection. Before hanging up, she made some small talk, and Matilda put her phone down slowly. Then, she smiled.

She only had a guess before this that Isabelle was using her, much to her disappointment. After taking her call, Matilda was beyond disappointed; she was furious. If Isabelle hadn’t seen her together with John and Sophia, she wouldn’t have made the call. She only called me because I am useful to her again. What a scheming girl.

Matilda put her phone on the table and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a while before finally going to sleep.

John only came back after a long while. At that time, Sophia was snugly asleep when she felt someone hugging her, then the stench of alcohol assaulted her. Displeased, she pushed him away.

John called her name in a drunken stupor. “I’m really, really happy.”

Sophia squinted at John, who was flushed. “I don’t get it.”

John closed his eyes. “Mmh... About what?”

She hissed, “How did I get pregnant anyway?” This was the question she had been asking herself over the last couple of days whenever she had free time. Her periods were usually on schedule, so she only had raw sex on her safe days. Even though it wasn’t the safest, she thought luck would be on her side; not this time though.

She was a stubborn woman, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t figure out how this happened.

A short while later, John said, “How else? I pumped hard, so you got knocked up.”

She turned around and pushed his hand away. “I mean, I take the pill, and even when I don’t, it’s still on my safe day, so how…”

Every time she thought about this matter, Sophia would think about the times they had sex, and her memory would get jumbled up. For some reason, she thought something else happened that night, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

John chuckled and lay on his back with his eyes closed. “You don’t have to think about that. The kid’s mine anyway.”

She stirred, still unwilling to let go of the issue. With her back facing John, she said, “But I don’t understand. When did I do it with you?”

The alcohol was already working its magic, and John was about to fall asleep, so he let slip what he had been hiding. “I think it’s that time when you’re drunk. I went to pick you up, and we did it a few times that night. Must be because of that.”

Sophia froze and quickly turned back to him. “What? But that day was…” She was getting slower these days, so it took her a while to realize what he was talking about. No wonder Ian got so odd after that.