Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at him; this guy really was getting thicker-skinned.
Ugh... but who told her to be a good girlfriend? She should help him out.
Then...
"Shut up, you jerk!" Sophie Wilson cursed.
This bastard used to be silent, right?
What’s wrong with him this ti?
Her whole body was burning hot, as if she was on fire, okay?
Charles Seymour gave her an innocent look; his dark eyes were moist and full of grievance.
His white teeth lightly bit his lower lip, staying silent indeed, but... the slightly intensified breathing and the occasional unrestrained sound that slipped from his thin lips were like the most seductive temptation in the world, making Sophie’s heart race. An unexplainable fla rose in her heart and quickly spread throughout her body; she was about to be burned to ashes.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but it felt like the air in the room was becoming sticky, clammy, and humid, so hot it seed like everything was about to lt.
Especially when Charles’ eyes, like obsidian soaked in cold spring water, stared at her without blinking; in his eyes, little Sophie occupied his entire world.
Sophie felt warm and full inside, hard to describe the feeling, but impulsively, she kissed his slightly pale thin lips, and then... he confessed.
Charles was stunned, unable to react.
Sophie laughed and patted him, saying, "Hurry up and clean up."
She needed to tidy up too.
"Sophie, listen to !" Charles, his mind a ss, opened his mouth to quickly explain out of instinct, "This ti it was an accident! I’m perfectly healthy!"
He definitely couldn’t let Sophie think there was sothing wrong with him.
"I know," Sophie said, puzzled, looking at Charles. Why suddenly say this?
She quickly grabbed tissues from the side to wipe herself, planning to wash her hands next.
"I will definitely make you happy!" Charles’ eager words made Sophie nod repeatedly; she believed him, but why was he overthinking things again?
Was he still affected by Old Mrs. Wilson’s words?
They definitely wouldn’t break up.
"I an in every aspect," Charles’ words made Sophie halt her nodding, then... she directly threw the tissue box at his face, "Get lost!"
Charles was kicked out of the room, feeling a bit wronged; he hadn’t said anything wrong.
Inside the room, Sophie ground her teeth in anger at the shaless bastard.
Just how did he develop this odd personality?
Isn’t it so kind of personality disorder?
——
Old Mrs. Wilson returned ho and went straight to the study, his expression so grim that even Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t dare talk to him.
But after waiting for over an hour, Old Mrs. Wilson hadn’t seen Old Mrs. Wilson co out of the study; she felt a bit anxious, hesitated for a mont, yet pushed open the study door.
Upon entering, she found that Old Mrs. Wilson hadn’t done anything, just lost in thought like a statue, motionless.
"What’s wrong with you?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked, puzzled, as the whole family depended on him now; he couldn’t have any issues.
"Ugh..." Old Mrs. Wilson sighed heavily, deflating like a punctured ball, instantly shriveling, his voice full of fatigue, "It’s nothing, I just want to calm down."
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