Sophie Wilson had no idea that Grace Wilson had suddenly paved another path; she naturally wanted to manage her own things well.
Anyway, the company’s affairs kept her busy for quite some time, and by the time they were mostly dealt with, autumn had already begun.
"Hey, hey... Stop the car, stop the car." Sophie Wilson tapped Charles Seymour’s arm.
Charles Seymour spoke up, "Stop the car."
The car immediately came to a smooth stop by the roadside. Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson and asked, "What’s up?"
"Buy ice cream," Sophie Wilson said.
"Let the driver buy it for you," Charles Seymour didn’t want Sophie Wilson to go out of her way for such a small thing.
"No, I’ll buy it for you," Sophie Wilson insisted strongly.
Charles Seymour frowned, his eyes full of disapproval.
"Doesn’t the commercial say, if you love him, treat him?" After speaking, Sophie Wilson stared steadily at Charles Seymour.
Then, she saw Charles Seymour, who had been sharp-eyed just a moment ago, suddenly soften his gaze, his dark eyes slightly dodging hers, seemingly... shy.
"Mm." A gentle sound was heard, and if it weren’t for Sophie Wilson’s good hearing, she might have missed it.
Upon closer inspection, one might notice a slight flush on his earlobe.
Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile and said lightly, "Wait for me, okay?"
"Alright." Charles Seymour sat properly in the car, watching Sophie Wilson get off and run into the mall next door.
The driver sat upright in the front, his mouth moved but in the end, he swallowed his words and didn’t speak.
How did he remember the commercial saying — If you love her, treat her?
It’s "her" not "him", okay?
However, seeing his boss through the rearview mirror with an expression full of delight, he wisely chose to ignore the small detail that didn’t match his boss’s demeanor.
Sophie Wilson happily bought two ice cream cones and walked out.
Just after stepping out of the mall, Sophie Wilson looked up and saw the car parked by the roadside, the window was already rolled down, allowing her to clearly see Charles Seymour inside.
With sparkling eyes, Sophie Wilson curled her lips into a soft smile, and the momentary enchanting charm made Charles Seymour’s heart skip a beat, and then, stimulated into a frenzy, it began to uncontrollably race.
In that instant, Sophie was like a deadly alluring red rose that he couldn’t resist but fall deep into.
Suddenly, Charles Seymour’s eyes flickered, his hand already pressed on the car door.
Sophie Wilson instinctively made a swift sidestep, just narrowly avoiding the large hand that was about to pat her shoulder.
The owner of the large hand swung and missed, stumbling and almost falling flat.
This person hadn’t even stood properly and excitedly shouted, "Miss, Miss, do you have any interest in acting?"
Sophie Wilson’s mind immediately popped up with these two words.
"Really, Miss, you’re especially suitable for a role in my show, I sincerely invite you to audition." The middle-aged man was dressed rather decently, but with a somewhat scruffy beard, looking a bit... untrustworthy.
"I’m not interested," Sophie Wilson said, intending to bypass the man and leave.
But the middle-aged man turned around and blocked Sophie Wilson’s path, "Miss, really, you’re absolutely perfect, I particularly like you..."
"Who do you like?" The icy voice was like a frosty blade, instantly slicing through the middle-aged man’s enthusiasm, with a perfectly slender large hand resting on his shoulder.
However, the middle-aged man could only feel intense pain, with no mood to appreciate the beauty of the large hand.