Sophie Wilson let out a chuckle, what a silly thing.
"Being with you is like I’m getting all the benefits, and you’re still so eager? Silly, aren’t you?" Sophie asked amusingly.
She really was frightened just now.
Charles Seymour’s intense emotional upheaval, she could sense he was truly worried about separating from her.
Thinking back to the past life, he silently worked hard in places she knew nothing about, time and time again fighting with death for her life. At that time, he was both fearing the deterioration of her body and acting as a villain to "confine" her.
Earlier, he was so imposing, he scared everyone in the room.
But, only her heart was aching, as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart hard, causing unbearable pain.
Thus, she tentatively proposed to officially date, also out of impulse, but did not expect he would agree so readily.
Doesn’t this guy have a lot he cares about?
Why so straightforward?
A guess bubbled up in Sophie Wilson’s mind, making her feel somewhat narcissistically sweet.
Could it be that all those concerns are not as important as her?
"Not silly." Charles Seymour held Sophie Wilson’s small hand, fondly and gently kneading it, soft and bouncy, the more he kneaded, the less he wanted to let go.
Then Sophie waited for a long time, Charles Seymour said nothing more, continuously — kneading her hand.
Sophie Wilson was speechless.
What kind of hobby is this?
Forget it, if he loves kneading, just let him knead.
Sophie looked at him indulgently. Actually, sometimes, Charles Seymour was like a child, making her want to spoil him.
The car was quiet, but the driver sitting at the wheel felt the car was already filled with syrupy pink bubbles.
They constantly popped, emitting an overwhelmingly sweet atmosphere of love.
He’s still single, can’t they consider his feelings a bit?
Fortunately, the ringing phone broke the sticky sweet atmosphere of love in the car. Charles Seymour picked it up and nodded, "Got it."
After hanging up, Charles Seymour turned to Sophie Wilson and asked, "Lawyer Newell has already resolved the issue, should we go in?"
Sophie Wilson tilted her head, puzzled, asking Charles Seymour, "Why did you pull me out just now?"
Now they have to go back in, he wasn’t meaning to exclude her.
"They will certainly talk nonsense, why let you hear it and get annoyed?" Charles Seymour’s reason was quite valid.
Moreover, his identity has changed now.
He is now—an official boyfriend!
Sophie Wilson laughed out loud and sighed softly, "Meeting you, I’ve truly struck gold."
"It’s me who struck gold." Charles Seymour said this with extreme certainty.
If it were ordinary couples, this would be sweet talk between lovers, but for Sophie Wilson... she wondered why Charles Seymour would say such a thing, was it because something happened between them in the memory she lost?
"Yes, yes, we’re both treasures. Come on, my treasure, let’s go in and see what’s going on inside." Sophie blurted out, then suddenly noticed a suspicious blush on the face of the iceberg-like person opposite her.
Is Charles Seymour blushing?
Before Sophie Wilson could figure it out, she saw Charles Seymour already driving around, opening the car door for her, bending down and reaching out, his deep voice seemed to surround her from all sides, sexy like a tingling electric current shooting from her tailbone to the top of her head, "Come on, my treasure."