"You’re daydreaming, could it be true?" Sophie Wilson stared angrily at Charles Seymour, reached out, grabbed his clothes, and demanded, "Tell me, who is it?"
A brain capable of calculating every plan precisely, never making a mistake, was directly frozen at this moment.
Charles Seymour couldn’t reboot successfully for a long time, and could only stare blankly at Sophie Wilson.
Looking at his silly and stupid appearance, Sophie Wilson burst into laughter, pleased as she patted his arm, hidden with strength: "Seems like you haven’t been out there provoking other little charms, alright, I’m satisfied."
Charles Seymour’s eyes awkwardly moved for a moment, and he slowly came to understand Sophie Wilson’s meaning.
He thought she was remembering past events, but she was actually just bluffing him.
Charles Seymour furrowed his brows, staring at Sophie Wilson, and small flames of anger suddenly flared in his eyes.
She actually bluffed him!
How could she bluff him?
Doesn’t she trust him?
At the thought of this possibility, Charles Seymour’s heart felt as though it was thrown into a washing machine, continually churned, then taken out and thrown to the ground, hammered relentlessly.
In the kitchen, after the butler took a glance to ensure nothing was amiss, he was just about to leave when he noticed the nanny, who should have taken out the last dish, standing motionlessly at the kitchen door.
The butler frowned, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you dawdling here?"
"Sir... is angry." The nanny nervously turned her head, trembling as she looked at the butler.
The butler peeked into the dining room, and sure enough, it was already filled with swirling clouds and a gathering storm, seemingly on the verge of unleashing a fierce downpour.
"Give it to me." The butler extended his hand and took the dish.
The nanny stared at the butler in horror, "Butler, be careful..."
Seeing the nanny’s expression, as if looking at a martyr, made the butler amused beyond measure.
"Don’t worry, with Miss here, Sir won’t make a fuss." The butler walked out with the dish.
Sure enough, just as the butler was about to enter the dining room, he heard Sophie Wilson mumbling, "I’m just anxious about my boyfriend, afraid someone might snatch you away, is that wrong?"
With one sentence, all the dark clouds scattered, the rain cleared, and calm returned.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour’s left hand lightly clenched into a fist, pressed against his lips, somewhat embarrassed but with small pink sweetness bubbling in his heart, he coughed mildly, "Stop overthinking for no reason."
Sophie Wilson pouted, "People in love are prone to overthinking, fearing gains and losses."
"Those who don’t overthink, haven’t truly fallen in love." Sophie Wilson tilted her chin slightly, staring proudly at Charles Seymour, "Which group do you belong to?"
Her sparkling eyes and proud little demeanor resembled a fierce yet adorable small kitten with its claws out, making Charles Seymour’s palms itch.
Without thinking, he reached out and placed his hand on Sophie Wilson’s head, the fluffy feeling of her hair under his hand made Charles Seymour squint his eyes comfortably, truly soothing.
Sophie Wilson glared at him with black lines on her face, what was with his look of enjoyment?
Why was he touching her?
"Eat!" Sophie Wilson slapped away the "annoying" paw.
Charles Seymour glanced at Sophie Wilson with some reluctance, Sophie Wilson shot him a stern look, causing Charles Seymour to instantly perk up, a familiar shiver sweeping through his heart.