Thinking of this, Sophie Wilson was filled with anger.
Why couldn’t he just say it plainly if he meant well for her?
Did he have to use such awkward expressions in the previous life?
The rage boiling inside did nothing to heat the surroundings; instead, it became even colder.
Looking up, ha, that guy actually had a storm raging in his eyes, colder than hers.
In his deep eyes, it was as if the Netherworld’s black flames that could burn everything were blazing. His thin, cold lips parted to toss out two icy words: "Superficial!"
"Yes, I’m superficial, so what?" Sophie Wilson slammed the table and shouted.
If it weren’t for her superficiality in her past life, failing to see his deep intentions, how could it have led to his life’s tragedy?
Even if he willingly offered his heart for her, she would still live in self-reproach and painful despair.
Hating her own foolishness, unable to see through his deep affection.
Seeing Sophie Wilson angry, the threatening stormy aura suddenly paused, and Charles Seymour frowned, "We’re discussing our debt issue now, don’t drag other things into it."
Sophie Wilson was stunned, is he backing down now?
"Since you want to be an experimental subject to repay the debt, you need to provide me with the best state of an experimental subject for my experiment." Charles’s indifferent voice was cold, devoid of human emotion, making Sophie want to slap that infuriatingly handsome face of his flat.
Damn it, would it kill him to say he didn’t want her getting angry and was worried about her health?
Her body started failing three years later, in the previous life, she thought his experiments on her caused it. It was only after his death that she gradually learned the truth, it was her body’s own problem. If it weren’t for him holding it off, it would’ve ended sooner.
"Okay." Sophie Wilson nodded, agreeing without hesitation.
Seeing someone keeping a cold façade, she felt somewhat displeased.
"Wasn’t the person I owed money to Brother Warren? Why is it you?" Sophie asked curiously.
Charles Seymour replied blandly, "I merely entrusted him to find the most suitable experimental subject for me."
Such a story-spinner!
If she hadn’t been reborn, she’d really fall for his nonsense!
"Then, now there’s nothing between me and Brother Warren, right?" Sophie Wilson raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Naturally." Charles Seymour nodded, "From now on, you must listen to me completely."
"Okay." Sophie suddenly asked, "How long do I have to be your experimental subject?"
Clearly, Charles hadn’t considered this question and was taken aback, "How long?"
"Right, tens of thousands in debt, I can’t be your experimental subject forever, right?" Sophie purposely pouted, negotiating discontentedly, "You have to at least give a timeframe."
"Three years." The two words Charles uttered made Sophie look over sharply, his eyes narrowed, coldly saying, "Don’t forget, you borrowed from a high-interest loan!"
Three years, exactly when she would fall ill, could he have known she’d get sick in three years?
Did he know her all along?
Did he have something to do with those years she couldn’t remember?
Otherwise, how does one explain why he treated her so well?
"If you dare to borrow from a high-interest loan, then dare to bear the consequences." Charles stared into Sophie’s eyes, speaking each word deliberately.
"Hmm." Sophie’s nonchalant reaction made him frown in displeasure, "Where did you spend all that money you borrowed?"