As soon as she sat in the car, a soft package of tissues was thrown into her lap, accompanied by Charles Seymour’s disdainful voice: "Dirty, wipe it clean."
Sophie Wilson pulled out a tissue, wanting to wipe her tears away, but the tears seemed uncontrollable, streaming down continuously, unable to be wiped dry.
Inside the car, a violent atmosphere rampaged uncontrollably.
In her past life, just seeing him would make her whole body tremble with fear, let alone when he unleashed his aura, she would be like a startled rabbit, trembling all over.
However, spending decades in the past life, she had learned to understand this man, what was there to fear?
Holding the tissues to her nose, her tear-stained eyes accusatorily stared at the man beside her with a dark and violent aura.
One second, the violent aura remained rampant.
Two seconds, the violent aura slowly weakened.
Three seconds, the storm of violence froze in the air.
Four seconds... Charles stared coldly at Sophie’s watery eyes and turned away with seeming disdain, looking out the window.
With a mental gesture of victory, Sophie contentedly put the tissues down.
This paper tiger, does he think she is still the same person from her past life?
She’s not afraid of him!
Humph!
Tears still welled up hotly in her eyes, but her heart was warm and soft.
Taking a deep breath, there was the cold belonging to him, curling her lips contentedly as she leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes to relax.
The intense surge of emotions from rebirth left her exhausted, succumbing to sleepiness.
The long breaths beside her made Charles’s always cold face look even more dismal.
"Slow." He coldly spat out a word, and under the control of the driver, the smoothly driving car slowed down, becoming even steadier.
Looking at the person sleeping soundly beside him, Charles frowned deeply.
He picked up a blanket from beside him and, with actions contrasting his cold demeanor, gently covered Sophie with it. He then cautiously stretched his arm over, slowly pulling her into his embrace.
Despite Charles’s gentle movements, Sophie seemed to sense something and shifted.
Instantly, Charles’s body froze like stone, not daring to move a muscle, even his breathing halted for a moment.
The person in his arms did not wake up, but simply snuggled against him like a little kitten, found a comfortable spot, and slept even more soundly.
Once she stopped moving, Charles slowly released the breath he’d been holding until his lungs nearly burst, allowing his stiff hand hanging in mid-air to gently fall, hesitating slightly before resting it on her waist, holding her in his embrace.
His eyes, deep as an icy pool, flashed with a touch of warmth.
The pitch-black car drove through the ink-like night toward home.
The cold raindrops outside couldn’t break the thick warmth inside the car.
Waking up in the warm sunlight, feeling lazily from head to toe, reluctant to get up.
Nestled comfortably in the soft blankets, Sophie rolled over, slowly opening her eyes, looking at the room she lived in for ten years in her past life, her eyes full of nostalgia.
She reached out for her phone.
Perhaps because of her cooperation, that tyrant didn’t confiscate her phone.
In her past life, her repeated attempts to escape had led him to cut off all her possible connections to the outside world.
Pressing the power button, after the familiar boot screen passed, a message dinged and popped up.
"Sophie, you must hide well. Don’t worry, I’ll never tell anyone about that place!"
The message ended with a grinning face sticking out a venomous red tongue, winking strangely, and laughing sinisterly.
This is her good friend!
While pledging loyalty, she didn’t hesitate to sell her out to the debt collectors.