"No," Charles Seymour frowned slightly, it was just a large fly that got in the way.
Seeing that Charles didn’t want to say more, Sophie Wilson didn’t continue to press. Their relationship wasn’t at the stage where she could delve into everything.
What’s more, even if he had trouble at work... it seemed she didn’t have the ability to help.
"Work is just work, don’t let it bother you too much, your health is important." Sophie could only offer this comfort.
As she finished speaking, she suddenly saw a flash of dark light in his black eyes across from her, like a meteor cutting through the night sky, burning out in an instant, releasing all its heat.
In that blink of an eye, the eternal coldness melted away, as if molten lava was boiling, hot enough to burn and melt everything.
Yet, in the same blink of an eye, when Sophie looked more closely, she found that they were still a pair of cold black eyes without any emotional fluctuations, leaving her a bit confused.
Thinking about it, she guessed she must have seen it wrong.
After all, she hadn’t said anything that would stir his emotions, right?
Let alone such an intense reaction, it seemed impossible no matter how she thought about it.
"Hmm." Charles’s answer was as calm and concise as ever, which only made Sophie more certain that what she saw earlier was an illusion.
She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes to rest, and waited to go home.
Charles turned his head, looking out the window, his back was straight and his posture upright and decent, but his cold eyes were gazing at Sophie’s reflection on the car window, melting all the ice with softness.
If Sophie opened her eyes at this moment, she would know she definitely didn’t see wrong earlier, someone... is just that reserved.
As soon as they got home, the butler greeted them and said to Sophie, "Miss."
Sophie smiled and nodded, "Hello, Uncle Warren."
"Sir, there’s a call for you."
Hearing this from the butler, Sophie turned to Charles and said, "I’ll go upstairs first."
Guess it’s something tricky with work, otherwise, how would the call follow him home.
Charles nodded slightly and watched Sophie hop up the stairs in her bunny slippers before going over to answer the phone.
A familiar but weak voice came from the other end, "You finally decided to take my call..."
As expected, it’s him, never serious.
Charles’s eyes darkened, about to hang up the phone.
"Hey, hey... wait!" The person on the other end seemed to anticipate Charles’s action and hurriedly shouted, "How can you have a woman with you, don’t you have a goddess in your heart, who is she exactly..."
"Goddess returned." After saying these four words, Charles hung up the phone directly.
The person on the other end held the receiver, listened to the monotonous beeping tone, and stood frozen, unable to react for a long time.
After an unknown period, a pleasant baritone voice sounded in the unlit room, "Lost and found? No wonder he’s been acting strange."
After saying those serious words, just two seconds later, the man excitedly bounced in place, "No, I have to go back and see, what kind of person can keep this guy in check!"
The man’s phone suddenly rang, and upon answering it, his roguish demeanor was instantly replaced by a cold and firm aura, like an unsheathed sharp blade, unstoppable.
"Yes, right away!" The man said decisively, hung up the phone, turned around, and directly pushed himself out the window with one hand.
Like a black panther, he jumped silently from the second floor and disappeared into the night with agility.