Her dear best friend.
In her previous life, how could she have been so foolish to believe that malicious woman?
However, there’s soone even sillier than her.
For fear she might find out about being deceived by her friend, he chose to be the villain himself, cutting off all her ties with Eva.
The door creaked open, and the fool who was even sillier than her entered, wrapped in frosty coolness.
"Who gave you the courage to laze in bed?" Charles Seymour impatiently furrowed his thick brows, his deep and unfeeling eyes cold enough to freeze a polar bear.
Sophie Wilson acted as if she hadn’t heard him, tilting her head sleepily, seemingly not fully awake, and mumbled, "Hmm?"
The faint nasal tone, like the paw of a little kitten, fiercely scratched at Charles Seymour’s heart.
Charles’s eyes darkened, and in an instant, he stepped forward, his long fingers gripping Sophie’s exquisite and delicate chin tightly, each word he uttered was as icy as shards of ice: "Run again, and I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
Sophie shivered, seemingly startled awake, her eyes suddenly wide open, looking at him with distinct black and white eyes: "This is illegal!"
"You owe money!" Charles brought up the unavoidable hard truth with decisiveness.
Tens of thousands, definitely not an amount she could co up with.
Seeing Sophie nervously swallow, Charles’s deep eyes, like a cold pool swallowing all light and warmth, grew even colder, a faint snort carrying an unspoken threat.
She can’t escape!
She’s destined to be his... experintal subject.
"I, I in the future..." Sophie trembled under the covers, her face pale, stuttering as she tried to understand her future situation, "Can’t leave anymore?"
Charles didn’t respond, but the sudden violent storm of hostility in his dark eyes gave her the clearest answer.
"Wow! Great!" The next second, Sophie threw herself into Charles’s arms, hugging his neck and cheering excitedly.
"From now on, you’re mine!" Sophie’s possessive declaration made a crack appear in the cold mask on soone’s face.
Is this woman crazy?
Or, is she trying to use this disguise to make him lower his guard and plan another escape?
Thinking of this possibility, Charles’s heart seed to be dragged into an unfathomable icy pool, cold and complete.
The various negative emotions rising in his heart instantly vanished when he felt her soft cheek brush against his face.
Soone’s body stiffened, let out a cold snort, and threatened viciously: "Escape again, and I’ll lock you in the room."
A lawless threat, depriving soone of all freedom, signaling the beginning of a painful life.
But, having seen through soone’s bluffing, Sophie was not afraid of this paper tiger at all, smiling as she asked, "Why would I run? Look at you, you’re handso, have a good figure, and have money... I’m getting a great deal."
"It’s just paying off debt, I’m not losing out." Sophie licked her lips, her gaze roaming his face, quickly sliding down to his slim waist, rembering the beautiful abs and perfect V-line there.
Truly nostalgic.
Lost in her mories, Sophie was unaware that soone’s attention was completely captured by her rosy tongue, watching that mischievous tongue swiftly glide across her pink lips, coated with a glossy sheen.
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