Charles Seymour was montarily stunned, and then, there was no follow-up...
Principles, in a way, are not always necessary.
In front of his own woman, needing principles... well, such things simply don’t apply to Charles Seymour.
"Actually, I’ve heard that when a girl gives her boyfriend a tie or a belt, it’s because she wants to tie him down, so he won’t run away." Sophie Wilson cupped Charles Seymour’s cheeks in her hands and said with a playful smile.
Charles Seymour raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Do I still need you to tie down?"
"No, I’m just saying it for the sake of the occasion." Sophie Wilson tied another tie around her head, made it into a bow, leaned her head against Charles Seymour’s, raised the cara, and snapped a shot.
Sophie Wilson glanced at the photos in the digital cara and thought, well, selfies with a cara are not as good as those with future smartphones.
Unfortunately, it will take a few more years for smartphones to beco widespread, not to ntion selfie apps.
Charles Seymour looked at the photo in the cara and then pressed the intercom in the house: "Uncle Warren, co up for a bit."
Sophie Wilson heard Charles Seymour calling soone, quickly put down the cara, and started to untie the tie from his head.
"What are you doing?" Charles Seymour pressed down on Sophie Wilson’s hand.
"Stop it, Uncle Warren is coming up soon." Sophie Wilson urged.
She could play around with Charles Seymour in private, but what would this look like in front of the butler?
Doesn’t Charles Seymour care about his image?
Seeing Sophie Wilson’s anxious look, Charles Seymour chuckled softly, grabbed her hands, and stole a kiss on her lips: "Don’t ss around."
Sophie Wilson was almost fuming—who exactly was ssing around?
In just a little while, Uncle Warren, the butler, had already co upstairs.
Having been by Charles Seymour’s side for many years, he acted as if he hadn’t seen the two big bows at all and asked calmly as always, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Take a few pictures of and Sophie," Charles Seymour gestured to the digital cara on the side.
Uncle Warren unfazedly went over to pick up the cara, as if Charles Seymour’s request was the most normal thing.
Sophie Wilson was stunned, staring blankly at Charles Seymour. This guy called the butler up just to take pictures of the two of them?
"Are you sure?" Sophie Wilson asked in disbelief, "Like this?"
Was it Charles Seymour who had a problem, or was it her?
"Is there a problem?" Charles Seymour asked in confusion.
Sophie Wilson: "..."
This guy... always knows how to tease her.
Teases her into feeling warm, fluttering, and tingly inside—what a big, bad guy!
"No problem!" Sophie Wilson laughed heartily and pounced over. If he’s fine with it, what problem could she have?
Charles Seymour laughed as he caught her, their heads leaning together, the two big bows were such a clear testimony to the happiness in their eyes.
With a click, Uncle Warren captured this beautiful mont.
After taking quite a few pictures together, Charles Seymour reviewed them, nodded in satisfaction, and handed the cara to Uncle Warren: "Print them out."
How can just looking at them on the computer be enough?
Of course, they should be turned into printed photos, so they can be seen anyti.
The butler happily took the cara to print them out. Seeing the master and the young miss having such a good relationship, he couldn’t be more pleased.
"Oh, by the way, is my dad adapting well at the company?" Sophie Wilson asked. She trusted her father’s abilities but just asked for appearances’ sake.
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