"But you did just that." Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour amusingly, it was rare to see him in such an uncomfortable mont.
It’s truly not easy, even he knows shyness.
"Next ti you do sothing for , if I don’t know about it, you have to tell ," Sophie Wilson "demanded" assertively, "otherwise, if you’re good to and I don’t know it, I won’t be happy."
"If I did sothing and didn’t tell you, would you also be unhappy?" Sophie Wilson asked.
Charles Seymour froze for a mont, then quickly nodded, "You have to tell ."
"Mmhmm, I will." Sophie Wilson said with a smile, "Alright, let’s eat!"
Charles Seymour nodded, just picking up his chopsticks when a piece of rib was placed into his bowl. He looked up, eting Sophie Wilson’s smiling face.
"Yeah, you standing up for makes really happy." Sophie Wilson said with a smile while cradling her bowl, "I’m so incredibly happy, my man cares about so much, standing up for , I’m extraordinarily, extraordinarily, extraordinarily happy."
Sophie Wilson used "extraordinarily" three tis, nodding heavily, to show how happy she was.
A faint smile also appeared on Charles Seymour’s lips as he put a fish ball into Sophie Wilson’s bowl. Her happiness made his world sunny and bright.
"See, if you tell things, I can share the happiness with you. Don’t you agree?" Sophie Wilson highlighted how correct her suggestion was with facts.
This ti, Charles Seymour had no hesitation and nodded affirmatively, "Okay."
His goal was to make Sophie happy, as long as she was happy, why wouldn’t he do so?
From now on, tell Sophie everything.
The two of them reached a consensus on this matter, bringing their hearts closer through this process of blending.
While their relationship was growing, Benjamin Walton received a call from Jas Reed, "Benjamin, I saw the video online, Charles Seymour strikes quite ruthlessly."
Jas Reed’s words carried a hint of schadenfreude—would Sophie Wilson not see Charles Seymour’s true nature, as soone who does things so ruthlessly, over ti?
By then, it would be his chance.
Of course, that’s a matter for later; he should first focus on the current situation.
"So, have you started taking action on your side?" Jas Reed asked.
"Naturally," Benjamin Walton replied with a smile, "How could I miss such a good opportunity?"
He had endured for so many years, finally about to rise above.
"By the way, how’s the one at your place doing? Been almost a month, any progress?" Benjamin Walton teased, "I’m still waiting to drink at your wedding."
"That depends on my dad’s situation. If he doesn’t push , I absolutely can’t forget Ophelia," Jas Reed said with a laugh, "My side is inefficient, unlike you, who can make Erie Wilson obediently transfer her shares to you."
"Don’t say that. I’ve spent over twenty years on this," Benjamin Walton lanted, "Looking back, I can’t help but sigh. How did I manage to persist for so long?"
"In any case, the outco is good," Jas Reed consoled.
Benjamin Walton laughed contentedly, "It’s only because of the outco today that I can feel a bit at ease. Otherwise, I really would’ve been stifled to death."
After laying all cards on the table, Benjamin Walton and Jas Reed truly opened up in their conversation.
After all, finding soone similar is rare. Besides, carrying so much baggage, they also wanted to vent a little.
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