"I missed you too." Charles Seymour spoke, his voice still sowhat flat, yet he managed to utter the words, which were quite challenging for him.
Sophie Wilson’s eyes suddenly sparkled, as if stars from the sky had fallen into them.
In those beautiful eyes, there was only his reflection, inexplicably filling Charles Seymour with a bubbly satisfaction, so warm it was sweet.
"Beautiful!" The director excitedly slapped his thigh.
Sophie Wilson’s performance this ti was even better than the last audition.
Last ti, it felt like Sophie Wilson’s dance lacked so strength, with the dance moves carrying a slight hint of awkwardness.
This ti was different.
It was too beautiful!
The whole person seed to have beco one with the dance; this was indeed the leading lady infiltrating a criminal organization, prospering within it.
Beautiful!
"Julian Campbell, hurry up and prepare, shoot the next scene, dance with Sophie!" As soon as the director finished speaking, Julian Campbell almost collapsed to the ground.
He was supposed to dance hotly with his little aunty?
Right in front of his uncle?
He was also supposed to exchange flirtatious glances with his aunty?
What had he done to the director in the past, to make him hate him so much?
This was hatred unto death!
"What’s with that expression?" The director glanced at Julian Campbell, nearly jumping up in surprise.
This face about to cry, what was going on?
Why did it seem like he was being abused?
What did he do?
"Um, director, maybe... maybe we could shoot tomorrow?" Julian Campbell negotiated, trying to buy more ti for himself.
"Why shoot tomorrow? Today everyone’s in good form, so today it is!" The director glared at Julian Campbell in annoyance, "Can’t you see the mood everyone is in thanks to Sophie?"
Indeed, the mood was too high.
Julian Campbell silently wept in his heart, what kind of situation was this?
"I’ll go prepare..." Julian Campbell, resigned to his fate, went to adjust his state.
For the upcoming scene, his mood was beyond just being anxious; it was practically fatal.
When Sophie Wilson had hugged enough, she finally relaxed her hold slightly but still stood in front of Charles Seymour, giggling at him like a silly little fool, making Charles’s heart lt completely.
Without even thinking, his index finger lightly tapped Sophie Wilson’s nose, affectionately "disdaining" her: "Silly."
"Silly from thinking about you." Sophie Wilson playfully pouted, with none of the earlier allure, clearly just a child who loved to act spoiled.
However, the impact of those five words on Charles Seymour was a thousand tis stronger than the captivating dance that had just boiled his blood.
His heart was suddenly struck hard, trembling, with indissoluble sweet granules pouring down.
Charles Seymour reached out his large hand, placing it on Sophie Wilson’s head, gently ruffling her hair.
Feeling the smooth long hair brushed past his palm, itchy, just like the heart she had stirred.
"Brother." The sudden voice interrupted the tender mont.
Jas Reed walked over to Charles Seymour, smiling as he said, "What a coincidence, eting you here, brother."
Brother?
The people around were stunned, how could these two be brothers?
Charles Seymour, holding Sophie Wilson’s hand, asked gently, "Are you tired? Want to grab so water first?"
"Sure." Sophie Wilson nodded, having just finished dancing, she was indeed a bit out of breath.
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