Sophie Wilson was stunned, her mind seed to have fireworks exploding.
Bang bang bang, one after another, dazzling her entire world.
Not knowing how to react, Sophie locked eyes with Charles Seymour’s deep gaze, his eyes seeming like the profound night sky, dark and boundless, as if they would consu her whole being.
Thump thump thump... her heartbeat had already exceeded the normal rate, Sophie instinctively covered her mouth with one hand, feeling a sourness in her nose, her throat seed blocked by sothing, unable to make any sound.
She could only nod vigorously, nod again, and nod once more, what was there to disagree with?
She had waited two lifetis for this.
Just as Sophie nodded, Charles quickly slipped the ring onto her slender finger, then pulled her into his arms, capturing her tempting lips, fiercely, as if wanting to ld her into his own body.
Finally captured her.
This feeling of a stone falling to the ground, allowed Charles to vent all his tension from these days through this kiss.
"Mmm..." The sudden chill on her waist made the dazed Sophie widen her eyes abruptly and reach out to stop the unscrupulous hand of a certain soone.
Being caught, Charles then reacted, gently released Sophie’s cherry lips, coughed lightly, and said, "Couldn’t control myself for a mont."
Sophie panted urgently, nodding, she understood, but...
"Could you pull your hand back?" Sophie gritted her teeth, glaring at soone.
This jerk, she understood his montary loss of control, but why, after being caught by her, did he not only refrain from pulling his hand back, but continue to fiddle around her waist?
Shaless!!!
"Oh." Charles responded quite innocently, slowly pulling his hand back, as if the touch of Sophie’s delicate skin lingered on his fingertips, so smooth, and so pleasant to touch...
"Just a little longer." Charles spoke, "I won’t do anything."
"Hmm." Having just accepted Charles’ proposal, Sophie was certainly filled with blissful joy inside, wanting to have more contact with him, but, why while hugging...
"Hey, you’re pressing against ." Sophie was speechless.
It’s just hugging, what on earth was going through his mind?
Can’t we just have a warm hug?
"Oh." Charles remained very composed, straightening up, releasing Sophie, not hiding his excitent at all, walked over to the table, saying, "Let’s eat first."
Sophie blinked, why was he so composed, as if nothing had happened?
It seed like the previous event was dismissed as an ordinary small matter, and that she was the one making a fuss out of it.
But... but... shouldn’t normal people feel embarrassed?
Even if it’s not an embarrassed guy, he would seize the opportunity to use a rogue tone, cheeky words to cover it up, being so forthright like Charles... Sophie’s heart sighed lightly, indeed, her Mr. Seymour was different.
Charles asked the waiter to serve the dishes, tailored to complent the proposal, each was exquisite and stunning.
Sophie widened her eyes looking at them, reluctant to dig in, too beautiful!
Charles watched Sophie not moving, slightly frowned, and asked, "Don’t like them?"
He hadn’t rembered Sophie’s taste wrong, how could she not like them?
No, she hadn’t tasted them yet, is there so problem?
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