Seeing Sophie Wilson’s wide-eyed astonishment, Charles Seymour seemed to feel that the shock he delivered wasn’t enough and continued, "Every single breakdown you’ve experienced, I caused them. I added them one by one."
After saying that, Charles just looked at Sophie, silently.
Sophie tilted her head slightly, staring back at him in silence. Read complete versıon only at 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙
It’s undeniable that the film crew is quite wealthy, as they chose this excellent hotel, which has remarkable soundproofing.
It’s because of this soundproofing that Sophie could have a good night’s sleep every day.
At the same time, it’s also because of this soundproofing that she could now hear her own heartbeat so clearly.
Each beat was so distinct.
Time seemed to freeze, slowly drawing the air out of the room, and a suffocating sensation crept in with an arrogant, deathly presence lingering.
Suddenly, Sophie moved.
She stepped forward and grabbed Charles’s wrist.
Nobody could get close, yet he had absolutely no guard against Sophie, and she caught him with one grab.
Sophie turned over Charles’s large hand, then wiped his palm with her finger, looked up, and let out a mocking laugh, asking, "What’s going on here?"
Charles remained expressionless, without saying a word.
Again with that silent demeanor, making Sophie grind her teeth in anger, was this guy so unwilling to speak even a word?
"You’re nervous, aren’t you?" Sophie raised an eyebrow.
Charles was just about to shake his head when Sophie chuckled, "Your palms are sweating; don’t tell me it’s because of the heat."
How could he be hot in this weather?
"Alright, stop pretending," Sophie took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his palm, leisurely straightened the chair that had been kicked earlier, and sat down, "Come on, tell me, what’s going on between us?"
Charles stayed silent.
Sophie narrowed her eyes dangerously, "Don’t think just because I don’t remember you, you can make up stories. During the time I lost my memory, I must have known you. You just admitted it! Tell me, what’s going on!"
When Sophie becomes assertive, she is really forceful.
Especially lately, as filming progressed, she increasingly felt she wasn’t someone with a good temper.
"You weren’t lost when you were a child," Charles thought for a long time and finally found a place to start, "Lily Warren sold you to traffickers."
"Lily Warren?" Sophie sneered, "She sure was willing to do anything for Grace Wilson."
Selling her, making Grace Stephen Wilson’s only daughter, saving Stephen the hassle of always thinking about his "true love."
"When I saw you, it was in an illegal company," Charles’s words left Sophie shocked, her mouth agape, as she stutteringly pointed at her nose, asking in surprise, "Did I... I do something bad?"
Why would she be in an illegal company?
Don’t traffickers usually sell kids to childless families or make them beggars?
Wasn’t her landing spot a bit too bizarre?
"You did quite well," Charles mentioned with a smile of ambiguous meaning flashing in his eyes, "You were the sworn sister of the company boss."
"A little girl with no support, able to gain the boss’s recognition, Sophie, you indeed have some skills."
Sophie was silent; why did she feel Charles’s words didn’t quite sound like a compliment?