Sophie Wilson’s little mouth imdiately grinned, smiling with great joy: "My Mr. Seymour is the best, co here, smooch."
Sophie Wilson stood on tiptoe and lightly pecked Charles Seymour’s lips, and then soone dizzily went to buy an ice cream cone.
The cones from that place seed quite delicious, with many people lining up, and Charles Seymour just obediently stood at the very end.
The girls in the line saw Charles Seymour, such a cold and ascetic man, coming to buy cones preferred by girls, and they all started whispering.
"So handso!"
"Buying for his girlfriend, right?"
"His girlfriend is so lucky!"
"I really want a boyfriend like that too!"
The young girls whispered and laughed, and for Charles Seymour, who had an excellent sense of hearing, he could generally hear everything clearly.
Would Mr. Seymour feel embarrassed buying such girlish things for his girlfriend?
The answer doesn’t need guessing; he absolutely wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
Mr. Seymour had a special skill, listening to hear the key points, such as—his girlfriend is very happy, they want a boyfriend like this, indicating Sophie would be very satisfied with him too.
While listening to the girls’ chatter, Mr. Seymour’s rare softened gaze showed that these were knowledgeable young girls, hmm, promising future.
Sophie Wilson, waiting for Charles Seymour, idly looked at the shop windows in the nearby mall.
This mall was truly bizarre; of course, placing TVs in the window was no problem, broadcasting programs as well.
But why was the national news channel shown?
Such a serious program channel placed in the storefront on a comrcial street?
Sophie Wilson really... had never seen such a business-attracting tactic.
Even if there were TVs, they should broadcast so song concert or sothing.
Waiting there and wanting to kill ti was truly sowhat boring.
At this mont, Sophie Wilson extrely missed the smartphones that would beco popular in a few years, as for now, she could only look at the news.
"Sophie Wilson, what a coincidence!"
Perhaps feeling Sophie was too bored, fate arranged a chance encounter for her, just the object of this encounter wasn’t well chosen.
Sophie Wilson turned around, nodded slightly at Hayley Cole behind her: "What a coincidence indeed."
"Sophie, you’re shopping alone?" Hayley Cole deliberately hooked her arm into Jas Reed’s, showing their intimacy in front of Sophie Wilson, letting her know clearly they were now a family, "Why isn’t your fiancé with you?"
"He’s gone to buy sothing for ," Sophie Wilson said, "I won’t keep you."
Such straightforward dismissing words didn’t make Hayley Cole leave sensibly, instead, she laughed and said: "Not at all."
"Oh right, Sophie, I have sothing to tell you," Hayley Cole snuggled into Jas Reed’s arm, smiling very happily, "I’ve married Jas!"
Sophie Wilson looked at Hayley Cole, this silly child.
Could still smile so happily, truly a clueless mind.
"Really? Well, congratulations," Sophie Wilson smiled and offered her blessing.
Hayley Cole liked Jas Reed and insisted on marrying him; that was Hayley Cole’s choice, and she had no right to interfere.
After all, Hayley Cole wasn’t anyone to her.
"Sophie, Jas and I got our marriage certificate, is there nothing you want to say?" Hayley Cole was now extrely proud, eager to announce to the world.
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