Charles Seymour handed Sophie Wilson a glass of juice, then sat silently across from her.
"Did you book a room?" Sophie asked.
Charles nodded, "Next to yours."
Sophie almost choked on her juice, "Isn’t someone already staying next door?"
"They just checked out," Charles replied, not a blush or breath out of place.
Sophie held her forehead, "I mean, Mr. Seymour, could you at least draft a script before saying something like that?"
Charles looked at Sophie in confusion, as if he didn’t understand why she said that.
That innocent look made Sophie’s palms itch, she almost wanted to slap him, "Next door is someone from the crew, the show isn’t finished filming yet. Why would they check out?"
Can’t you make your lies a bit more believable?
Do you think I’m an idiot?
"He thought the environment wasn’t good and wanted to change it," Charles said with a straight face, looking at Sophie, and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Sophie shook her head decisively.
She’s not a three-year-old kid, okay? Official source ıs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
Suddenly, a small smile appeared on Charles’s lips, softening his whole cold demeanor instantly, "The truth is... I want to stay next to you."
Sophie coughed softly to cover up her embarrassment.
Damn it, why did her face heat up immediately after he said that?
Hate this kind of serious flirtation!
Jerk, that’s against the rules!
The little person in Sophie’s mind was running around like crazy, her legs had already turned into wheels, running like the wind.
This jerk, doesn’t he know a racing heart can cause problems?
Sophie took deep breaths, in and out, finally managing to control her heartbeat within a normal range after several tries, avoiding a sudden burst out of excitement.
"What are you worried about?" Sophie asked directly, not beating around the bush.
Doesn’t she understand Charles Seymour’s nature?
Flirting so openly, there must be something up.
Charles’s eyes darkened, he stayed silent for a moment, then spoke, "James Reed likes to snatch things from me, anything I have, he likes to take."
Hearing this, Sophie burst into laughter.
Sorry, forgive her for ruining the mood.
Honestly, such a saddened emotion really doesn’t suit Charles Seymour.
"If you don’t want it, can he take it?" Sophie raised an eyebrow and asked.
Even though it was a question, she was extremely confident in Charles Seymour’s abilities.
In the past, she hadn’t figured out Charles Seymour’s background, but she knew he definitely didn’t rely on his status as a Seymour Family heir.
"You don’t care about the Seymour Family heir status, do you?" Sophie’s words brought a gentle ripple to Charles’s eyes.
This feeling of being understood, without him having to say much, being in sync with her, felt really good.
It made him feel even closer to her.
"Yes," Charles nodded, admitting what Sophie said, "The Seymour Family, I don’t care for it."
He had no attachment to the Seymour Family.
"What I care about is..." Charles’s eyes grew cold, even tinged with a bloodthirsty intent, "He wants to take you!"
"In his view, I have nothing left, only you by my side. He will definitely try to take you!" Charles lowered his head, he could disregard everything in the world, but the only thing he cared about was Sophie.
In front of her, he was forever lacking in confidence.