With his single-mindedness about her affairs, does he really think she doesn’t know what he would do?
After Sophie Wilson finished speaking, Charles Seymour didn’t refute with a single word.
Because he thought about it, and if Sophie had strongly resisted cooperating back then, he really would have locked her up.
Looking at Charles Seymour’s expression, Sophie Wilson knew what he was thinking, and angrily slapped him again: "Do you not know the word ’explanation’ exists?"
Why does he insist on keeping everything bottled up?
Would explaining really kill him?
Seeing Sophie Wilson’s puffed-up angry cheeks, Charles Seymour couldn’t resist and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
Hmm, it feels pretty good.
Sophie Wilson’s forehead veins bulged; this jerk!
She’s talking to him about something serious, and he’s taking advantage of her. What’s going on in this guy’s head?
Receiving Sophie Wilson’s fierce glare, Charles Seymour awkwardly withdrew his hand after a small cough.
He honestly couldn’t help it; his fingers had a mind of their own, beyond his brain’s control.
Charles Seymour lowered his eyes and said softly, "I didn’t dare tell you."
"Why?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour strangely, "I’ve even told you about my reincarnation; what is there that you can’t say?"
After spilling the beans about such a bizarre event as reincarnation, what’s there to be afraid of?
Could his hidden secret be weirder than hers?
Charles Seymour’s eyes darkened as he asked, "Sophie, why did you tell me about it?"
Just as Sophie Wilson was about to speak, Charles Seymour added, "You didn’t mention it when we first met."
Sophie Wilson raised an eyebrow, dominantly poked Charles Seymour’s chest with her finger, and questioned, "When you came to settle debts, staying silent as a statue, would I have had the chance to tell you then?"
Charles Seymour’s eyes shifted with guilt; indeed, there was no opportunity.
Finally getting her information, he fiercely wished he could immediately keep her by his side when given the chance to approach her.
In his mind, any explanation would have been an excuse.
"Moreover, I had just reincarnated then, alright? Didn’t I need to recover? The shock was intense, okay? I’m just a normal person, and I needed time to adjust," Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at Charles Seymour in frustration.
Anyone would feel bewildered going from closing their eyes in death to suddenly waking in the past... it’s indescribable, overwhelmingly intense.
Especially since, right after reincarnation, she encountered familiar scenes and was about to face the guy who had entangled with her throughout her past life, someone who made her both angry and heartbroken, leaving her with little energy to weave everything together.
She couldn’t even sort it out herself, let alone explain it to him.
"And most importantly, if I had told you, would you have believed it?" Sophie Wilson confidently questioned. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
This time, Charles Seymour straightforwardly shook his head.
With his personality, he wouldn’t have believed it at all.
"Hmph, I knew it. If I had said anything back then, you’d definitely think I was trying to run away, and then..." Sophie Wilson mentioned this angrily, shouting furiously, "It would absolutely have repeated the mistakes of the past; I would have been locked up by you again!"
"Damn, why do I feel like a mental patient who can’t prove they’re sane, no matter what."
All this happened because of some personality flaw in a certain someone, right?