"Mm-hmm, not leaving, not leaving." Sophie Wilson hurriedly hugged Charles Seymour.
This way of soothing felt like coaxing a child, leaving everyone speechless.
With such an intimidating presence from Charles Seymour... did Sophie Wilson think he was a child crying for candy?
The crowd had not yet finished their inner complaints when they saw Charles Seymour’s menacing aura vanish, his whole demeanor softening.
Witnessing an ancient beast transform into a pampered house cat, this feeling... so bittersweet...
At least no one present wanted to go through it a second time.
"Lawyer Newell." Assured by Sophie Wilson’s promise, Charles Seymour finally relaxed and turned to Lawyer Newell, "I’ll leave this to you."
"Okay." Lawyer Newell replied straightforwardly.
Charles Seymour pulled Sophie Wilson outside the Wilson Clan’s villa and got into the car.
"Was my reaction just now a slap in the face, and did it look nice?" Inside, Charles Seymour felt anxious, yet pretended to be calm on the surface as he asked.
He wouldn’t admit that after Grace Wilson’s words earlier, he was truly scared.
Afraid that Sophie would believe Grace Wilson’s nonsense and leave him.
His actions were purely instinctive, but now that he thought about it, he felt he might have been a bit impulsive.
Was his possessiveness towards Sophie too strong?
What if she resented it?
So, the clever and wise Charles Seymour immediately found a perfect excuse.
Then, Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour as if he were an idiot.
His dark eyes were staring at her... daydreaming.
Clearly acting like he was gazing at her, but then nervously avoiding eye contact.
This guy... Sophie Wilson was truly at her wit’s end with him.
With such a person, there’s got to be a particular way of dealing with him.
"I thought you genuinely didn’t want me to leave you..." Sophie Wilson lowered her head, pitifully fiddling with her fingers, her aggrieved look made Charles Seymour’s heart ache fiercely.
His large hand suddenly raised, wanting to pull Sophie Wilson into his arms forcefully, but hesitated, considering various concerns in his mind, momentarily frozen there not knowing what to do.
Just as Charles Seymour was at a loss, he suddenly felt a tug on his clothing and looked down, his eyes slightly widened in surprise.
He saw Sophie Wilson’s delicate fingers cautiously clutching the edge of his shirt, one tug at a time, looking like she was being coquettish yet carrying a bit of grievance, indescribably adorable.
This little gesture made the conflicted Charles Seymour couldn’t help but slightly curve his lips, his gaze softening.
His body reacted quicker than his mind, directly holding onto those mischievous fingers.
The warm touch made Charles Seymour realize what he had done.
A pang of frustration surged within him, not knowing how to proceed.
"Um..." Sophie Wilson stammered, "Have you considered us officially dating?"
Charles Seymour’s eyes suddenly widened, like a startled young lion.
"Dating without a transactional basis." Sophie Wilson bit her lip and softly asked, "See, I don’t have your wealth, nor your status, but if you’re unwilling..."
"Willing!" Charles Seymour immediately interrupted Sophie Wilson and quickly pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly, "Once said, there’s no taking it back!"
After speaking, he dominantly declared again: "Taking back invalid!"