Sophie Wilson stared intently at Charles Seymour, trying to find a flaw on his face.
The situation was extremely dangerous at that time, Clarissa was suddenly pushed to the middle of the road and was stunned, the car was desperately trying to brake, but there wasn’t enough distance.
In that circumstance, she acted completely on instinct, rushing over to push Clarissa away.
She was even prepared to be hit herself, but it seemed her reflexes were quite good.
At the moment she pushed Clarissa away, she actually reacted quickly enough to dodge.
She didn’t think an ordinary woman should have such good reflexes.
So, she wanted to hear what Charles Seymour had to say.
Her intuition told her that during the time she lost her memory, Charles Seymour was definitely involved.
However, for some reason, he wouldn’t say.
Charles Seymour remained calm, expressionless as always, as cold as an iceberg, without a hint of emotion.
Sophie Wilson’s heartbeat gradually accelerated, thumping away, she was already on the verge of touching the truth.
She threw the question to Charles Seymour to see how he would respond.
She really wanted to know the connection between her and him.
The times she spent with him, those times she knew nothing about.
Charles Seymour’s thin lips moved slightly: "Do you mean you want to be hit again?"
The topic was spinning out in a direction Sophie Wilson had never expected.
"Knowing the car was going to hit someone, and you still rushed in to push someone away... What were you thinking?" Charles Seymour’s eyes were colder than freezing point, the surrounding temperature plummeted, freezing Sophie Wilson’s hands and feet.
"What if you didn’t dodge, have you thought about the consequences?" Charles Seymour questioned, "With a car that couldn’t stop, have you thought about me?"
Sophie Wilson swallowed nervously, not daring to meet Charles Seymour’s gaze, she looked down to avoid his eyes.
"Is this how you are as a girlfriend? Recklessly ignoring your own safety. Have you ever thought, if something were to happen to you, what would I... how would I, feel?"
The last three words were so light, so light, they fell like dandelions on Sophie Wilson’s heart.
But this light statement, lacking any piercing coldness, only a faint chill, made Sophie Wilson suddenly look up, her eyes wide open, shocked as she saw the undisguised pain in Charles Seymour’s eyes.
So deep, so heavy, so... unbearable.
Only at this moment did she truly understand how worried Charles Seymour was about her, how afraid he was of losing her.
The sourness in her nose was overwhelming, her eyes blurred with tears making it hard to see anything, yet, she could still clearly see Charles Seymour’s bright and profound eyes, like stars in the night sky.
Reaching out, she held onto Charles Seymour’s large hand.
At this moment, she realized that Charles Seymour’s palm was actually sweaty.
What he worried about was...
Sophie Wilson suddenly pounced forward, into his arms and hugged him: "Never again, I won’t be so reckless in the future."
"Don’t worry, you see I’m fine, right? I won’t get myself into trouble again," Sophie Wilson repeatedly promised.
It was because she was hugging Charles Seymour that Sophie Wilson felt clearly the tension and rigidity of his body.
This time, he was truly scared.
"Hmm." It was only after a long time that Charles Seymour softly responded, then he raised his large hand, placing it on top of Sophie Wilson’s head, gently rubbing it.
Confirming she was real, truly in his arms, that he could touch her, and that she was still lively, only then did he relax.