"Do you think he’ll take me away?" Sophie Wilson asked softly.
Charles Seymour paused for a moment and didn’t answer immediately.
Sophie didn’t urge him, instead, she pulled over a chair and sat on it backward.
With her arms crossed on the back of the chair, supporting her chin, she quietly waited for Charles to hear his answer.
Charles looked up, steadily gazing at Sophie, and spoke with a calm and low voice, "James Reed has been sensible since he was young, Ethan Seymour really likes him."
"He works hard in his studies, excelling in all aspects at school. He’s played musical instruments and is talented in sports."
"Studied finance and is Ethan Seymour’s right-hand man in the business arena."
"He has a great reputation in the circle."
"Young and promising, without being a playboy, all these years he’s only been with Ophelia Wilson."
Charles slowly spoke of James Reed’s virtues, while those eyes didn’t miss any change in Sophie’s expression.
The emotions in his heart were fermenting nonstop, the suppressed inner urges were continuously churning and darkening.
If Sophie really fell for James Reed, then he...
"According to what you say, James Reed is indeed outstanding." Sophie counted with her fingers one by one, "Young and promising, kind to others, smooth in handling affairs, devoted in emotions... Hmm, he really is excellent."
As Sophie listed them one by one, Charles’s pupils gradually dimmed.
There was a touch of black light inside, slowly converging, forming into black flames, burning intensely.
Like the infernal fire of hell, capable of incinerating everything in the world, including the light of the sun, the brightness of the mortal world.
"If I were taken away by him, what would you do?" Sophie didn’t miss the emotional changes in Charles’s eyes at all.
For someone with such stoic emotions, he unexpectedly couldn’t control his emotional exposure, indicating how intense the turmoil in his heart was.
"I..." Charles’s fingers twitched, and he uttered a single word. Google seaʀᴄh 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
A thought in his mind was boiling and churning like volcanic lava.
He tried hard to suppress it, preventing that terrifying thought from erupting.
Behind the gate was a torrent waiting to unleash, and once opened... he knew there would be no turning back.
Suddenly, he heard the true thoughts he desperately wanted to hide.
"Would you just lock me up?"
Charles widened his eyes abruptly, the intense fear instantly spread across his entire gaze, his pupils dilating in terror, as if sitting across from him wasn’t the woman he deeply loved, but a demon from the Netherworld trampling over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Sophie chuckled, "Looks like I guessed right."
Sophie’s tone was very calm, her voice had no unusual quality, yet every word she spoke was so sharp.
Like a poison-dipped blade, stabbing fiercely into his heart.
Charles didn’t speak, he just steadily gazed at Sophie.
Inside, a tidal wave had long been surging, yet his face was as calm as ever.
Looking at Charles before her, Sophie laughed, as if she saw him from a previous life.
No matter what happened, he could use that icy facade to suppress all emotions.
"Is it strange?" Sophie raised an eyebrow, her voice elusive, like mountain mist everywhere yet ungraspable, "How could I know your thoughts so well?"