"Let’s go to the concert tomorrow." Since someone is so reserved, Sophie Wilson decided to take the initiative.
"Concert?" Charles Seymour was slightly taken aback.
"Yeah! The concert tomorrow night, I managed to get VIP tickets." Sophie Wilson said excitedly about the concert, "It’s gonna be so good, and the guy is super handsome too!"
Charles Seymour, who was quite sensitive to a certain word, raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright."
"Then it’s settled!" Sophie Wilson immediately confirmed the plan and happily continued eating.
Seeing she wasn’t affected by the Wilson Clan’s issues at all, Charles Seymour felt relieved.
But... who exactly is the singer for tomorrow’s concert?
He decided to go search it online once he got back.
After lunch, Sophie Wilson sat lazily in the car, feeling a bit drowsy.
Her head rested on Charles Seymour’s shoulder, and she could clearly feel his muscles tensing slightly.
Hmph, making him act all reserved during lunch.
Bully him, bully him!
The Little Demon inside Sophie Wilson’s mind laughed maniacally with hands on hips.
Let’s make him feel ’unsettled’ for a while!
Suddenly a text notification came through, and with a quick glance, Sophie Wilson sat up straight and became energized—money had been deposited into her account!
A look of displeasure flashed through Charles Seymour’s eyes as he watched Sophie Wilson leave; the warmth of her cheek leaving his shoulder made it feel cold.
Who the hell sent her a text at this time?
The next second, Sophie Wilson’s move dispelled all the gloomy clouds gathering in Charles Seymour’s heart.
Sophie Wilson linked her arm with Charles Seymour’s and showed him her phone: "Look, Grace Wilson returned the money she borrowed, Brother Warren transferred it to me."
Money, transactions, relationship dynamics... Sophie Wilson’s words made a myriad of thoughts flash through Charles Seymour’s mind, taking him to where he least wanted to go.
Now that the money is repaid, does that mean their transaction is void?
In an instant, Charles Seymour panicked!
He was really panicked.
But the more panicked he felt, the calmer he appeared; it was a habit formed over years, making his thoughts increasingly inscrutable.
"So..." Charles Seymour said, waiting for Sophie Wilson’s decision.
His gaze darkened; if she said the deal was off, he’d just drag her back!
"So, you’re amazing!" Sophie Wilson smiled brightly, completely oblivious to Charles Seymour’s danger. "Even Stephen Wilson doesn’t dare offend Brother Warren, but Brother Warren obediently transferred the money to me on your account."
"You’re the most amazing one." Sophie Wilson’s words extinguished the dark flames rising in Charles Seymour’s heart, leaving behind only a puff of black smoke, dissipating silently.
It seemed she had no intention of ending the deal, and Charles Seymour was relieved.
"I plan to invest this money in something else." Sophie Wilson leaned against Charles Seymour and said, "I don’t like my current job. Going to work every day, I think I’m better suited for freelancing."
"What do you want to do?" Charles Seymour asked, returning to normal.
"Haven’t thought about it yet, I’ll let you know when I do." Sophie Wilson said casually, yawning, "Anyway, my money’s enough for me to live on, and if I run out, I can always rely on you to support me."
The last sentence clearly pleased Charles Seymour, making a joyful glint appear in his eyes.
He could definitely support her, and do it well!