Sophie Wilson went to remove her makeup, while Charles Seymour was like a hungry wolf trapped in a cage, pacing back and forth, restless.
Today, Sophie beca his fiancée.
In front of friends and family, they beca an engaged couple, and as such, even if soone wanted to court Sophie, he could legitimately keep them away.
Because he is Sophie’s fiancé.
Actually, more than engagent, he hoped to directly marry Sophie.
In this way, their relationship would be legally protected, and no one could destroy their marriage.
Only then would Sophie truly belong to him.
However, he wanted to give Sophie a perfect experience in everything.
He didn’t want to rush into marriage and give Sophie an ordinary wedding; he wanted to prepare carefully to give her a wedding she liked, one she would be satisfied with, and one that would make her feel happy.
He knew Sophie’s nature as well.
She didn’t care about these external things; she valued their relationship more.
Before long, Sophie Wilson returned after removing her makeup, and she had even taken a bath.
While drying her hair, she curiously asked, "Why are you still here?"
Charles Seymour looked up with a sowhat aggrieved expression, making Sophie’s heart skip a beat. Did she say sothing wrong?
Sophie Wilson thought hard for a mont, but she thought she hadn’t.
"Don’t you need to go back and change clothes or sothing?" Sophie asked in confusion.
Wearing outdoor clothes, how can it be as comfortable and cozy as wearing ho attire?
"I do," Charles said, then simply turned and left, leaving Sophie completely bewildered. What was wrong with him?
Sophie didn’t think too much about it and sat down to blow-dry her hair.
After a busy day, she wanted to rest early; she couldn’t wait for her hair to dry slowly.
Fortunately, her hair was easy to manage, and after blow-drying, a little combing was enough. Just as Sophie put down the hairdryer, her bedroom door opened again.
Sophie looked in surprise as Charles Seymour appeared at her bedroom door, now changed into ho attire: "What are you doing? Co here quickly."
Sophie hurriedly waved to Charles, picking up the hairdryer she had just put down, and said, "Coming here without drying your hair, even if the weather isn’t cold, you shouldn’t do that. What if you catch a chill?"
Charles obediently sat on the chair, allowing Sophie to blow-dry his hair.
He sat quietly, feeling the warm breeze from the hairdryer pass through his hair, especially as Sophie’s fingers gently untangled his hair, ensuring it received the heat more evenly.
Before long, the damp feeling on his head disappeared, turning into a pleasantly warm breeze that made him drowsy.
However, rembering that today was the joyful day of his engagent with Sophie, all traces of sleepiness vanished.
"Sophie," Charles called softly.
"Hmm?" Sophie responded while continuing to blow-dry his hair.
"We got engaged today," Charles said.
"I know," Sophie replied with amusent. Her brain hadn’t gone bad; she rembered what had just happened.
"Sophie," Charles called again.
"Hmm?" Sophie raised an eyebrow.
"Sophie," Charles repeated once more, making Sophie unable to hold back her laughter.
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