Looking at a stream of messages from Julian in the chat box, Charles Seymour slowly pressed the keyboard, each keystroke feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.
He only replied with two words: "I know."
When he read the script, he anticipated this day would come.
After all, those instincts ingrained deeply within him, how could they be forgotten?
For so many years, those instincts have been like breathing, not something that amnesia can erase.
He doesn’t want to avoid it; he wants Sophie to recover her memories... Maybe after regaining them, the two of them would...
No matter the outcome, he hopes Sophie regains her memories, regardless of her final decision; he will... accept it.
Charles Seymour watched through the video as she scribbled on the script, not realizing how tender his eyes were, overflowing with all his affection.
Only when looking at Sophie Wilson, does Charles Seymour’s eyes light up.
After all, once, it was she who ruthlessly tore apart the darkness in his world, barging into his world carrying a full force of light.
"Is everyone here?" James Reed glanced at the people in the hotel. He had specifically reserved a banquet hall. Many people came, but the person he most wanted to see did not appear.
"There are still a few not here," Ophelia Wilson glanced around, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
James came over to host a dinner, and Julian and Sophie were so disrespectful.
This was publicly embarrassing her!
Ophelia Wilson turned to ask the director: "Director, why haven’t Sophie and Julian come? Should we call them to see if they’re delayed on the way?"
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The voice was just right for everyone to hear clearly, making the expressions on their faces somewhat delicate.
"They have something going on and told me they wouldn’t come." The director laughed, pretending not to have heard anything.
With James Reed present, he certainly had to give Ophelia face.
After all, James Reed has the Seymour Family backing him.
In the Imperial City, there are only a handful who can stand on equal footing with the Seymour Family.
"Mr. Reed, should I call them again and ask?" The director was very polite to James Reed; he’s a major investor, after all, and may need to look to James Reed for investment and sponsorship someday, so how could he offend him?
"No need, if they’re busy, let them attend to their things first. There will be plenty of time for gathering later." James Reed smiled warmly and then instructed the nearby waiter, "Everyone’s here, serve the dishes."
It seemed as if he asked if everyone was present just for the waiter to serve the food.
At the table, as James Reed chatted and joked with the director, producer, and other actors, he didn’t forget to flaunt his affection, frequently serving Ophelia Wilson dishes and pouring her juice.
His conversation was cultured, his attentiveness flawless, and his devotion to Ophelia Wilson wholehearted. Coupled with his strong family background, it caused quite a few women in the film crew to envy Ophelia Wilson immensely.
"Ophelia is truly lucky to have found such a good family."
"Ophelia’s family background is quite good too, isn’t it?" Someone nearby disagreed, retorting, "Though the Wilson Clan is not as strong as the Seymour Family, it’s only a slight difference. Now, with the Seymour Family and the Wilson Clan allied through marriage, they’re poised to surpass several other families."
This marriage is a good deal for the Seymour Family.
"It’s just a pity James Reed is not a Seymour," someone lamented quietly.