"Sophie’s boyfriend is so handsome!"
"It’s not just handsome, he’s also considerate and gentle, treats Sophie so well, I’m so jealous!"
The female colleagues around were chattering away, and someone joked, "No way, Sophie has to treat us!"
Suddenly, everyone surrounded Sophie Wilson, chatting away, "Sophie, you’re being too secretive, you got a boyfriend and didn’t tell us!"
"Exactly, and he’s this handsome and considerate, are you planning to hide him from us?"
"Treat! You must treat us!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll treat!" Sophie Wilson laughed, raising her hands in surrender, "Time and place..."
"After work this evening, I’ll arrange it." Charles Seymour’s cool voice had a mesmerizing quality, pleasant yet not overwhelming, absolutely distinctive and inimitable.
The series of shrieks around made Sophie Wilson raise her hand to cover her ears. Little did she expect, before she could act, her ears were enveloped by two warm large hands, shielding her from the noise.
"Ooooh, too sweet! Way too sweet!"
"I can’t take it, I’m going to faint!"
The louder screams brought a flush to Sophie Wilson’s fair cheeks.
"Oh, Sophie’s blushing, she’s shy, haha..." Colleagues’ good-natured laughter prompted Sophie Wilson to chuckle and scold, "It’s my first love, what’s wrong with being a little shy?"
"Oh wow, Sophie, you’re already twenty-six and just fell in love for the first time? Is there something wrong with you?" Eva, whose jealousy was turning inside, finally seized the chance to retort sharply.
This one sentence made the joyful atmosphere awkward instantly.
Charles Seymour’s gaze flickered, a frigid undercurrent surged rapidly, forming a huge wave about to crash down on Eva, but Sophie Wilson’s light laugh "rescued" Eva: "Of course there’s something wrong with me. I spent the whole twenty-six years just waiting for him to arrive."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sophie Wilson noticeably felt the large, warm hands covering her ears tremble slightly but quickly controlled it as if nothing had happened.
Even so, she didn’t miss it.
Sweet laughter welled up in Sophie Wilson’s eyes, and she mentally chided, this coy guy.
Sophie Wilson’s charm-filled words made the colleagues around burst into laughter, instantly easing the previously awkward atmosphere; little pink bubbles seemed to dance in the air.
"I have to refuse this public display of affection!" someone joked and laughed rowdily.
"I used to think Sophie was a cool goddess, who knew, the goddess could be so sweet?"
"That’s because she hadn’t met the right person before. How could she be sweet meeting a toad wanting to eat swan meat?"
Not everyone in the company was like Sister Carter, who liked flattering Eva; many couldn’t stand Eva acting high and mighty because she was President Palmer’s niece.
People came to work to earn money, not like in the olden days when they signed a contract of servitude, who is Eva bossing around like a princess?
Lucas Payten, who was being insinuated by colleagues as the "toad," was so angry he was grinding his back teeth, but wisely refrained from jumping out to argue.
No names were explicitly mentioned; should he just come forth and admit he’s the toad?
Lucas held back, but Eva couldn’t and jumped to her feet questioning, "Sophie Wilson, what did you mean by that?"