"I could refuse too, you know." Jas Reed said helplessly, "Alright, she’s just playful, probably helping this ti because I once helped her before."
"Hmm." With Jas saying that, what else could Ophelia Wilson say?
Was she going to expose Hayley Cole’s feelings for Jas Reed herself?
She wasn’t that stupid.
As long as she successfully enters the global entertainnt industry through this endorsent, Jas would be proud of her.
Listening to Jas soothing Ophelia away, Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but click her tongue and exclaim, "Jas Reed really has a knack for coaxing won."
"This play of hard-to-get is really played beautifully." Sophie sighed, "Now I’ve seen what a scumbag is."
"Most n who are smooth talkers aren’t really loyal." Charles Seymour nodded and said, then stared intently at Sophie with his bright and dark eyes, making Sophie blink in confusion. Why was he looking at her like that?
Charles didn’t say a word, he just fixed his dark, bright eyes on her, staring until Sophie’s heart slightly panicked, and her heartbeat lost its normal rhythm.
If it were before, Sophie would’ve made an effort to guess by herself, but now... they’re so familiar, guess my foot.
She slapped Charles on the arm and chided softly, "Speak straight!"
Darn it, who can stand these endless guessing gas?
"I think I’m more reliable for not being a sweet talker." Charles said uprightly without a hint of sha, leaving Sophie dumbfounded. Was he lowering Jas just to emphasize himself?
Sophie’s emotions were really soaring high one mont and crashing to the ground the next, this kind of high and low was too thrilling.
Sophie held her forehead and helplessly murmured, "Mr. Seymour, has anyone ever told you that you have thick skin?"
Charles looked innocently at Sophie, but before he could speak, Sophie stretched out her hand to stop him, "No need to say it, I know, usually you don’t talk much to others."
Can soone tell her how Charles developed such a contradictory character???
Oh well, it’s the man she chose, she’ll accept it.
Aside from being a bit awkward in nature, everything else is pretty good.
Anyway, the busy ti before the New Year passed quickly, and Sophie was at the door seeing Charles off, as he had to return to Old Mr. Seymour’s place today.
On New Year’s Eve, of course, he had to return, so early in the morning after breakfast, she saw him off, and this farewell... it took almost an hour.
Listening to soone chattering away non-stop, and when he wasn’t talking, staring at her with those bright black eyes, as if she were a cruel and heartless owner abandoning a newly walking puppy.
"Aren’t you coming back after the reunion dinner? Hurry up and go!" Sophie finally couldn’t bear it, raised her foot and kicked over.
How co she never noticed before that this guy was so clingy?
So, what exactly was she afraid of in her past life?
Suddenly, living those ten years of her previous life fearfully seed like a waste.
"Don’t stretch." Charles hurriedly grabbed Sophie’s leg that was kicking over, then with his long fingers, he stroked her ankle, a tingling current instantly hit Sophie’s heart, making her take a sharp breath, "angrily demanding," "What are you doing?"
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