Just when Clarissa was feeling complicated, she heard Charles Seymour’s calm voice: "How many pieces?"
Clarissa turned to look and saw Charles Seymour’s sullen face. Even she couldn’t help but tremble inwardly when seeing such a Charles; his presence was just too overwhelming, wasn’t it?
With Sophie being together with him, what if one day he’s in a bad mood? Wouldn’t Sophie suffer?
Sophie blinked twice and pouted, "I want to eat."
Charles Seymour didn’t say anything; he just stared at Sophie with his eyes as dark as the night.
Mason Wilson broke into a cold sweat upon seeing Charles Seymour’s expression.
He, a grown man, couldn’t stand Charles’ aura. Thinking about his daughter having to live with Charles Seymour every day, Mason couldn’t help but worry.
No matter how high Charles Seymour’s status was or how much wealth he had, if he wasn’t good to his daughter, Mason wouldn’t feel at ease with Sophie being with him.
Who knows when Sophie might get bullied.
"What ti is it?" Charles Seymour’s voice carried a chill, his expression was cold and unquestionable.
Mason’s heart tightened; Charles Seymour was angry.
They were still here, and Charles was like this to Sophie. If they weren’t here, when Sophie was alone with Charles... Mason dared not think further.
The table was suddenly slapped by soone, and the trendous sound scared Mason and Clarissa to jump up, instinctively rushing to shield Sophie behind them.
"What’s wrong with eating two pieces?" Sophie glared sharply at Charles Seymour, her aura strong.
Mason Wilson, Clarissa: "..."
Wasn’t it Charles Seymour who slapped the table just now?
Charles Seymour suddenly stood up and quickly walked over.
Mason’s heart raced; he hurried over to block Charles, afraid that he would impulsively hit Sophie.
He only took two steps when Charles Seymour was already in front of Sophie, reaching out tenderly to hold her hand, carefully examining it, and frowning tightly, "Look, it’s all red from slapping. If there’s sothing, just say it, don’t keep slapping things around."
Mason: Eh?
Charles Seymour was speaking, but his hands were busy, gently massaging her hand.
Sophie puckered her mouth, looking at Charles Seymour with grievance, accusing, "You didn’t let eat desserts."
"You can eat, you can eat!" Charles imdiately changed his tune, "I was just worried you’d eat too much and have indigestion at night."
"Just two more pieces, how could I get indigestion?" Sophie huffed, picked up a dessert with her fork, and fed it to Charles Seymour, "Here, you help eat one, will I still have indigestion? Is it still too much?"
Charles Seymour shook his head, the tenderness in his eyes almost palpable.
Sophie used her fork...
Mason Wilson, Clarissa: "..."
So... what were they worried about just now?
Charles Seymour bullying Sophie?
Their Sophie was probably the one doing the bullying, right?
Mason and Clarissa exchanged a glance, feeling inexplicably redundant.
Weren’t they here because of Erie Wilson’s matter?
Why did it now seem like eating was more important to Charles and Sophie than Erie Wilson?
Watching the atmosphere between Sophie and Charles Seymour grow sweeter, with pink bubbles almost visible in the air, Mason cleared his throat, reminding them that there were others present.
Sophie, at least, rembered the main issue: "Dad, Mom, don’t worry, Erie won’t cause any big trouble."
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