Sophie Wilson drank the warm milk in one gulp, feeling a faint sweet fragrance lingering on her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it.
The tip of her tongue, crimson and delicate, swiftly swept across and quickly retracted. Sophie suddenly thought of something she wanted to tell Charles Seymour but was stunned when she looked up.
Charles Seymour’s gaze... why was it a bit terrifying?
"What’s wrong with you?" It was deep, deep, as if there were black flames burning in hell.
"Nothing." Charles spoke, his cool voice unexpectedly tinged with a bit of suppressed hoarseness.
Sophie tilted her head slightly, looking at Charles with puzzlement. Was there really nothing wrong with his work?
"Give me the cup." Charles frowned, seemingly in a hurry.
Thinking that he might have some troublesome matters to deal with at work, Sophie obediently handed the cup to him, deciding to talk to him about her matter tomorrow.
Clutching the cup tightly, he left quickly, his hurried figure making Sophie worry endlessly. What on earth was happening with his work?
The butler was secretly hiding outside the kitchen, watching her master staring at a glass cup for a full ten minutes.
Was there something special about that glass cup?
It was just an ordinary glass cup used at home, wasn’t it?
There were many in the cupboard.
Just as the butler was puzzled, what Charles did next almost made her scream.
She saw Charles walk to the sink, turn on the faucet, and slowly wash the cup.
Her master... washing, washing the cup?
When had her master ever done such a thing?
The butler was about to rush over to grab the cup when something even more shocking happened—he smiled!
His brows and eyes gently curved, and his whole demeanor softened. His long fingers meticulously cleaned the rim of the glass cup over and over again, as if... lovingly caressing a lover’s red lips.
The butler was stunned by her own thoughts that popped into her head.
Feeling a chill creeping in, she snapped out of it.
All she saw was her master with a cold face, like a moving iceberg, leaving with a biting cold breeze. The butler watched Charles leave and then patted her own chest.
Did I see it wrong just now?
Mumbling to herself, the butler went into the kitchen and saw the crystal-clear glass cup that had been washed, and she could no longer deceive herself.
The shocking scene just now... was indeed true!
The next day, at noon, Charles Seymour still came to deliver food to Sophie Wilson.
"Eh..." As Sophie ate the Kung Pao Chicken inside, the peanuts were still crunchy, completely different from yesterday’s, "Why are they so crunchy?"
Yesterday’s were not crunchy at all, but these seem fresh from the pan.
"I bought a house next to your company and had the cook make it on the spot," Charles explained indifferently.
Sophie looked at him speechlessly. Dude, could you not speak about buying a house as if you were just buying a cabbage at the market?
This makes her feel envious!
Charles’ words were naturally overheard by colleagues in the office, and before long, they spread throughout the entire company.
Forget about others being envious, Eva, who was secretly wishing Sophie dead out of jealousy, was fuming with rage.
Why was Sophie so lucky?
She found such a wealthy man, why didn’t she?
Even though her uncle was the CEO of the company, their family was just an ordinary working-class household.
Just as Eva was dying of jealousy, she looked up and saw someone passing by the office door—it was her uncle?!
Her uncle had returned!
Eva stood up from her chair with a jolt and dashed out.
Now she could finally get Sophie to roll out!