Agreeing to her statement, John said, “Strange, for you to actually doubt your own judgement. I thought that would
never happen to you because you hold such strong faith in your own opinions.”
Nodding her head, Sophia said, “Well, it really depends. When it comes to rejecting the idea of getting married to
you again, I’m quite determined with my decision. Other than that, it’s all negotiable.”
In the next second, John was speechless.
The moment William left, both of them casually walked back to the house.
Standing at the yard, Matilda saw John and Sophia walking back. “If he’s not leaving, the both of you plan to spend
the night elsewhere?” Matilda grinned.
Giggling, Sophia teased, “If that happens, I certainly don’t mind spending the night elsewhere.”
“Bah!” said Matilda playfully while darting a glare at Sophia.
Chuckling, Sophia let go of John and reached out for Matilda’s arm. “Take a good look at yourself. If you didn’t want
him to leave, you should have asked him to stay. Did you say something which is contrary to your heart’s desire?”
Gazing at their backs from behind, John smiled broadly.
Though he knew he wasn’t supposed to think that way, he still couldn’t help but imagine—if only Sophia and
Matilda’s relationship was as harmonious as it was now, his life would be more than perfect.
The next day, John went to meet William in his office, as William often arrived much earlier than him.
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Once they were both in the room, John gazed at William. “What’s wrong? You didn’t have a good rest yesterday?”
“Yep, I didn’t get a good sleep last night, but it’s alright. I’ll take a quick nap when I’m free later. So what brings you
here?”
Nodding his head, John said, “I was wondering if we can assign someone else to replace me as the person in charge
to deal with the Baileys. Considering my current status, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to approach them too
much.”
After thinking about it, William agreed, “To be honest with you, I actually thought of asking you to step down from it,
but I was afraid that you’ll misunderstand me for not trusting you. Anyway, since you have proposed it yourself,
let’s proceed to assign someone else, then.”
Looking up at John, William asked, “Who do you think will be suitable for this post?”
Upon contemplating for a moment, John suggested, “Dylan?”
“That will work. Dylan doesn’t have much on his plate now, so he’ll be great for this post.”
When a sudden thought crossed his mind, William asked, “Lately, Dylan had been on several blind dates, but none
of them were successful, and Owen was driven up to the wall.”
Surprised, John wasn’t aware of what had been going on with Dylan. Ever since Sophia got pregnant with his child,
Dylan was officially ticked off from his list of rivals in love.
Regardless of the feelings Dylan had for Sophia, both of them were not meant to be, so John was no longer
bothered about it.
Hearing that, John grinned. “Is Uncle Owen a little too anxious? When it comes to this matter, I don’t reckon we can
rush things. I say, it’s rather common to have unsuccessful blind dates.”
With a sigh, William said, “Who knows? Both Owen and Jennifer seem very anxious about this matter. It seems as
though they’re hoping that Dylan will settle down immediately. If you ask me, I think they have gotten overboard
with this, which is why Dylan isn’t too pleased and is acting out of rebellion.”
Since it was still early, John pulled a chair over and took a seat. “What happened to all the men in our family? It
seems like things are never going our way.”
Speaking of the devil, William suddenly thought of Yolanda.
Unsure what had gotten with Yolanda last night, she hailed a taxi to the Constance Residence and waited for him to
return at the entrance.
Frankly, this was the first time William had encountered such a thing, thus didn’t have any clue on how to deal with
it.
Wasn’t that a little too bold for a woman to do such a thing?
Previously, when he and Matilda got together, he was always the one who took the lead.
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