"James, I’ll trouble you to take care of my parents." Ophelia Wilson saw James Reed off at the door. In truth, she really hoped James could spend more time with her, but as a filial daughter, her parents naturally came first.
"Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, what is there to worry about?" James Reed smiled as he bid farewell to Ophelia Wilson and got into the car.
Ophelia Wilson walked towards the set and saw Charles Seymour sitting nearby, chatting and laughing with Sophie Wilson.
She squinted her eyes; no matter how she looked at them, they were an eyesore, truly redundant.
"Ophelia, did your boyfriend leave?" Someone from the crew asked with a smile.
"Yes." Ophelia Wilson replied with a smile, "His company is busy, so he also took my parents home, so I wouldn’t worry."
"Your boyfriend is really great, so filial and caring, and also career-driven." The crew members said enviously.
Ophelia Wilson blushed and smiled, "Men naturally have to prioritize their careers."
As she spoke, Ophelia Wilson deliberately glanced at the idle Charles Seymour.
So what if his surname is Seymour?
He spends all day doing nothing, keeping company with this Sophie Wilson in the set. What skills does he have?
For Charles Seymour to even think of contending with her James for the Seymour family, it’s utterly laughable.
Charles Seymour had accompanied Sophie Wilson for a week on the set before leaving reluctantly under her insistence.
Sophie Wilson signed a series of "unequal" treaties to send him off.
After sending someone away, she felt suffocated for half a day. She only urged him to leave sooner because she saw him always working on the computer, remotely managing things.
Why was she the one who agreed to the terms in the end?
Like a daily phone call, ending the call with a kiss... How did she agree to these conditions?
Julian Campbell noticed Sophie Wilson daydreaming and came over, asking, "Aunt Sophie, what’s wrong?"
Why did Aunt Sophie seem unhappy?
"Ah, indeed, only someone deeply in love would want to pamper the other person." Sophie Wilson sighed softly.
Her sentiment gave Julian Campbell goosebumps: "Aunt Sophie, what do you mean?"
"You tell me, I’m clearly worried he’s too tired, and yet I have to coax him back to work." Sophie Wilson pouted and sighed, "It’s love that makes us tolerant and want to comfort the other person."
"Don’t you think?" Sophie Wilson turned and asked Julian Campbell.
Julian Campbell looked at Sophie Wilson "sulkily": "Aunt Sophie, I don’t even have a girlfriend yet."
So please don’t torture this single dog, okay?
Later, Grace Wilson didn’t stir up any more trouble, and the filming crew’s progress didn’t slow. After filming in several locations, they finally wrapped up.
The next steps, editing and promotion, didn’t concern Sophie Wilson. She packed her things and went straight home to find Mr. Seymour.
As soon as Sophie Wilson got off the plane, she saw a certain someone waiting at the airport. When he saw her, he quickly walked over, his voice hoarse with endless longing, "You’re back."
"Yes, I’m back." Sophie Wilson hugged Charles Seymour directly, coyly asking, "Did you miss me?"
Charles Seymour’s body initially froze slightly, then he tightened his embrace and nodded, affirming strongly, "I did!"
"Let’s go home." Sophie Wilson grabbed Charles Seymour’s hand and quickly walked out, truly feeling homesick, but mostly she missed him.
Phone calls, video chats, none of it could solve the fundamental issue.
Only by seeing him in person could she feel at ease. Googlᴇ search 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥