Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate Chapter 242: It Was All Orchestrated by Me

In a past life, why couldn’t he just talk properly, explain things clearly? Wasn’t it better to talk things through?

Fortunately, she’s lucky enough to start over, otherwise... hmph hmph.

Actually, when she died of old age in her previous life, she’d already planned it out. Once in the Netherworld, she was determined to chase him down and give him a good beating.

Don’t ask how she knew that this jerk, who died decades before her, would still be waiting for her in the Underworld. Anyway, she just knew, he would definitely wait for her!

Thinking of this, Sophie Wilson angrily reached out and pinched Charles Seymour’s arm to vent her frustration.

Then... pinched, but didn’t budge.

What’s so great about having muscles?

Sophie Wilson glared fiercely at Charles Seymour. Usually, his muscles weren’t obvious, so why were they so hard to pinch now?

Annoying!

Faced with Sophie’s accusing small eyes, Charles Seymour was a bit amused, then leaned his face closer.

"What are you doing?" Sophie looked at the handso face suddenly enlarged in front of her, and slapped it away disdainfully, "Let tell you, it’s useless. I won’t forgive you just because of your looks!"

Trying to seduce her with his looks, how shaless!

Was she that easy to tempt?

However... he really was remarkably good-looking, to defy the heavens.

Hiss... quietly inhaling...

"You can pinch here." Charles Seymour pointed to his cheek, his indulgent deanor made Sophie’s heart race.

The anger that had just filled her was all gone in a flash.

This was cheating!

"So why did you suddenly tell today?" Charles Seymour stared seriously into Sophie’s eyes, softly asking.

Sophie snorted, uncomfortably averting her gaze, "Isn’t it because a certain soone suddenly started saying a bunch of nonsense."

Saying that Jas Reed is better than him in every way.

Who exactly was Charles Seymour?

In her eyes, he was always strong and confident.

This was the first ti she’d seen him like this.

Like a little puppy about to be abandoned, shivering in the cold wind, that pitiful look made her heart feel like it was being crushed and dunked in concentrated lemon juice.

So sour and painful, unbearably so.

Didn’t she say this just to tell a certain soone that no matter what, she’d never leave him?

The two of them, entangled over two lifetis, how could they possibly be separated?

After saying this, Sophie suddenly realized, Charles... smiled.

He actually smiled!

It wasn’t just a slight curve of the lips; he truly and genuinely smiled.

"I’m now certain, Jas Reed won’t take you away." Charles Seymour truly relaxed and stated with certainty.

"Well, of course." Sophie muttered under her breath.

He didn’t know, just now in that state of his, the pressure was so low she couldn’t even breathe.

Even though he always seed to be this great, towering figure, sitting there made him feel like just an empty shell.

With just a slight touch, that shell holding strong would imdiately crack and crumble to powder.

It scared her to death.

Compared to his vulnerability, which he tried hard to hide but she still saw through, what’s the so-called secret of reincarnation?

She hadn’t planned to hide it from him in the first place, just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Today was perfect.

"Do you know why I never explained?" Charles Seymour asked Sophie, staring into her eyes, and said slowly and deliberately, "Because the pain of you struggling repeatedly on the brink of death was all caused by ."