In that situation, Sophie Wilson was still smiling, that radiant smile lighting up his dark life. If it weren’t for her... Charles Seymour’s eyes darkened, and he looked down at Sophie, who was gasping for air, with eyes full of pain intertwined with deep affection.
"All done." Charles Seymour massaged the tense muscles for her, then spoke in a low voice.
"Hey, it’s really all better!" Sophie Wilson got up, moved her neck, shook her arms, and happily hugged Charles Seymour’s arm, acting coyly, "How are you so good at everything?"
Charles Seymour looked at her with amusent and asked, "Is that a bad thing?"
"Not good at all. What if soone tries to steal you from ?" Sophie Wilson asked with a pout on one cheek, feeling morose.
"Then I’ll just tell her that I’m taken." Charles Seymour replied.
"And if she doesn’t listen to reason?" Sophie Wilson continued asking.
"I’ll punch her!" Charles Seymour said straightforwardly.
Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "You’d hit a woman too?"
"Isn’t she soone you’d hit too? What’s the difference between n and won?" Charles Seymour asked, puzzled.
"Oh dear... Mr. Seymour, it’s not right to say sweet words like that." Sophie Wilson heard his words and felt her entire heart lting, it was against the rules, wasn’t it?
Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson, not understanding, as he was just speaking honestly.
His bewildered and innocent little look made Sophie Wilson’s heart almost burst with adoration.
How could her Mr. Seymour be so adorable?
"Co on, a big smack." Sophie Wilson directly hugged Charles Seymour’s neck and kissed him heavily on the lips, then pulled back, licking her lips proudly. Her Mr. Seymour was so cute, she couldn’t help but want to hug and kiss him.
How could there be such a cute person?
Hmm, this cute guy was hers, the kind that no one could take away even if they tried.
Sophie Wilson felt smug enough to laugh with her hands on her hips, unbeknownst to her, she saw him as cute, and he saw her as incredibly adorable too.
Charles Seymour’s eyes darkened, and he spoke, his voice carrying a sensuous hoarseness: "A smack should be like this."
"Hmm?" Sophie Wilson hadn’t yet reacted to the aning of his words when the guy embraced her, reversed the roles, and kissed her until she was dizzy and weak at the knees.
Charles Seymour exerted all his self-control, keeping his hands just around the person in his embrace, not moving them elsewhere, for he feared he wouldn’t have the restraint otherwise.
Noticing Sophie’s increasingly rapid breath, Charles Seymour finally, regretfully, and reluctantly let her go.
Charles Seymour’s Adam’s apple quickly bobbed up and down, a husky and sexy light laugh escaped his thin lips: "Still going to be naughty?"
Sophie Wilson opened her eyes, they were moist and misty, her dazed gaze was exceedingly enticing, and her swirling eyes almost hooked away Charles Seymour’s soul.
Charles Seymour cursed silently in his heart, his wife was too alluring, it was truly sweet tornt.
"Felt pretty good." Sophie Wilson deliberately licked her lips, savoring the lingering sensation. That intimate connection, the two of them utterly losing themselves, it was truly addicting to her.
Charles Seymour: "..."
Is she a seductress?
Specifically here to "tornt" him?
Fortunately, Sophie Wilson knew when to stop, otherwise, soone’s self-control might really have led to sothing happening.
After returning ho, Sophie Wilson found that tonight’s al was rather sumptuous, and she asked curiously: "Do we have guests coming over tonight?"
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