During this period, she hadn’t been going to work but had developed a habit of taking afternoon naps.
Knowing Charles Seymour’s nature, he was quite capable of doing such a thing.
This time, if he tried to dodge the question, she would expose him.
Hmph, clearly concerned about her, why is he embarrassed to show it directly?
If they keep going , who knows how long it will take for their relationship to become clear.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour suddenly admitted it, and so straightforwardly too, making Sophie Wilson’s eyes widen in surprise, with all the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat, unable to find anything appropriate.
She never expected Charles to respond like that.
Looking at Sophie Wilson’s genuinely startled, watery eyes, innocent as a fawn, her long lashes blinking in confusion, it felt as if they repeatedly brushed over his heart, making him unbearably itchy.
With a stretch of his long arm, he leaned a hand against the wall behind Sophie Wilson.
Sophie Wilson swallowed nervously, as a wave of heat climbed uncontrollably to her cheeks, burning fiercely, making her heart drum like a mischievous little rabbit, thumping non-stop.
In Charles Seymour’s eyes, Sophie Wilson, with her cheeks flushed, resembled a ripe peach, sweet and tempting, exuding a captivating fragrance, making him itch to take a bite.
That taste must be deliciously sweet and irresistible.
His Adam’s apple slid quickly and sensually up and down, as Charles slightly lowered his head and spoke. His voice was hoarse and lazy, making Sophie Wilson’s ears itch warmly.
"Isn’t it only natural for me to take care of my girlfriend?"
With a bang, it was as if fireworks had exploded in her mind, bursting into bouquets that left Sophie Wilson’s mind blank.
He...he...isn’t he usually so reserved?
In an instant, Sophie Wilson felt as if she had gone deaf, with all external sounds disappearing, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat pounding violently, becoming the only sound in the entire world.
The most critical thing was that the handsome face before her was truly a temptation to sin.
Moreover, his slightly arched eyebrow carried an air of wild arrogance and seductive laziness, not to mention the subtle curve of his thin lips that exuded a mischievous charm.
And yet, the arm supporting him near her cheek was powerful, with muscles that were neither exaggerated nor understated, showcasing a subtle strength.
The hormones rushing towards her made Sophie Wilson’s head spin, turning into a muddled mess.
Charles Seymour chuckled softly, and with a swift motion of his long arm, he scooped up the soft and pliant Sophie Wilson into a princess carry.
At this moment, she was as obedient as a small kitten not long after birth, gazing at him with trusting, watery eyes.
That single gaze made Charles Seymour’s body go soft.
If not for his self-control, they might both end up tumbling to the floor.
Charles took a deep breath, suppressing the strange flutter in his heart, and carried the dizzy Sophie Wilson into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.
After covering her with the blanket, Charles gently rubbed Sophie Wilson’s equally warm cheek with his hot palm, his voice hoarse as he said, "Sleep now."
After saying that, he turned and left.
If he didn’t leave soon, he really didn’t know what he might end up doing.
The soft click of the door closing was very faint, yet in Sophie Wilson’s ears, it was like a thunderclap, snapping her awake.