Charles Seymour curled his lips: "What does she count for?"
Sophie Wilson’s eyes curved with a smile instantly, knowing he had confidence in her.
"In a few days, I’ll be joining the crew." Sophie Wilson sighed regretfully.
Charles Seymour slightly frowned, countless thoughts flashed quickly through his mind, then he asked: "No news from Clarissa Taylor yet?"
Clarissa said she’d think about it, how many days has it been?
If not, he’ll find another way to get a DNA test for Sophie.
"Oh, about that... it doesn’t really matter. If they want to do it, they can; if not, it’s whatever." Sophie Wilson said with an indifferent smile, "They’ve been getting along well with Ophelia Wilson for over twenty years, not many people would suddenly believe the daughter they’ve raised isn’t their biological child."
"Besides... it’s just our speculation after all."
Charles Seymour tried hard to discern from Sophie Wilson’s face and found she truly wasn’t forcing herself to say it; she genuinely didn’t care.
"Then what were you regretting just now?" Charles Seymour was full of confusion.
Her mind always jumped around; he’d rarely guessed her thoughts right before. Now... he’s her boyfriend, no need to guess, he can just ask directly.
"Oh dear, I’m going to the set, I can’t see you every day. How will I miss you?" Sophie Wilson wrapped her arms around Charles Seymour’s neck, clinging to him, pouting and acting coquettishly.
Charles Seymour coughed softly, a gleam of joyful starlight appeared in his deep eyes: "I’ll come to see you."
"Alright then." Sophie Wilson rested her head on Charles Seymour’s chest, nudging a bit childishly, "Remember to miss me, and don’t get lured away by other women."
Charles Seymour found it both infuriating and amusing, who would lure him away?
He raised his hand and gently patted her back, as punishment for her lack of trust in him.
"Oh, now you’re despising me already." Sophie Wilson raised her head, snorting angrily.
This accusation startled Charles Seymour, a flicker of panic passed through his eyes, as if an invisible hand had twisted hard at Sophie Wilson’s heart.
How much does he care about her.
All this panic, just because of her joking remark.
A thin mist appeared in Sophie Wilson’s eyes, her lips curved up, she deliberately stretched out her words in a coquettish tone, "If you don’t despise me, kiss me."
Saying that, she even slightly pouted her cherry lips.
Seeing Sophie Wilson before him, her beautiful eyes shimmering, a teasing blush at the corners of her eyes, Charles Seymour’s heart suddenly lost its rhythm, thumping heavily in his chest.
The whole room was so quiet, he could only hear his own heartbeat.
Inexplicably, feeling a bit parched, his body leaned slightly forward, his eyes only on those moist, tempting lips.
In his mind, a sharp voice shouted wildly, kiss her, kiss, right now, immediately!
A string of cheerful ringing suddenly sounded in the room, making Charles Seymour’s brow instantly furrow.
The always decisive Charles Seymour suddenly found himself in a dilemma, continue, or help Sophie answer the phone?
Just when Charles Seymour hesitated, he suddenly noticed that Sophie Wilson had already lowered her head, pulling out her phone.
The burning heat in his heart was instantly like being doused with a bucket of ice water, completely cooled down.
Calling at this time!