This kind of woman, she should be his.
Not only that, the Seymour Corporation should be his too.
Charles Seymour can only be a stray dog!
Jas Reed is already imagining how to trample Charles Seymour underfoot, watching him wag his tail in submission, and then fiercely claiming Sophie Wilson in front of him... That scene would be thrilling.
Just thinking about it excites him, that day is not far off.
He has endured for so long, just to make Charles cry and beg him in the end.
Maybe, if he’s in a good mood, he might throw Charles a morsel of food.
A dead dog is boring.
As long as that drowning dog is alive, begging him every day, that’s fun, isn’t it?
He has suffered grievances for so many years but will take them all back bit by bit!
Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour who were thought about by Jas Reed don’t care about his ideas. At this mont, they’ve packed their luggage and are driving away.
On the way, Sophie shook her phone and said, "I’ve called Mom and Dad, let’s go celebrate outside."
"Okay." Charles nodded, "You’re a bit stressed, you can’t eat Sichuan cuisine!"
Sophie pouted and gave Charles a sidelong glance, "It’s not that serious."
Charles drove silently, without speaking.
Sophie pursed her lips and started tapping on her phone.
"When you’re better, I’ll personally make hot pot and spicy chicken for you," Charles spoke.
Sophie, upon hearing this, looked at him excitedly, her eyes glowing, "You said it!"
"Mm." Charles nodded, then added, "After you’re better."
"Okay." Sophie agreed cheerfully, happily calling her mom, "Mom, let’s go eat Cantonese cuisine. Not Sichuan... Yeah, I’m a bit stressed, Charles won’t let eat it... Uh-huh, I know... I didn’t eat it... Uh-huh, okay, okay, see you in a bit."
Sophie hung up the phone quickly and looked pathetically at Charles, "My mom scolded ..."
Charles glanced at her lightly, saying nothing.
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant. Clarissa Taylor and Mason Wilson were already in the private room, knowing each other’s tastes. Mason had already ordered, and upon seeing them co in, he asked the waiter to serve the dishes.
"Sorry, Auntie, it’s because I thought the Sichuan cuisine in the camp was delicious that Sophie wanted to book a Sichuan restaurant," Charles said first after entering the room.
Sophie looked at him in surprise, Clarissa froze for a mont, then couldn’t help but laugh, "So that’s how it is? I shouldn’t have scolded you earlier."
"Uh... It’s, it’s okay..." Sophie hurriedly waved her hand and said.
"Seeing you two so affectionate, I can be at ease," Clarissa said smilingly.
"Let’s wash our hands first." Sophie turned to look at Charles.
Charles nodded, holding Sophie’s hand as they went out.
Mason leaned over to his wife and said, "What’s going on?"
"Your daughter wanted to eat Sichuan cuisine but was stressed. After telling , I nagged at her for a bit. And now, your good son-in-law is taking all the bla for himself," Clarissa said with a smile.
"Our daughter hasn’t married anyone yet." Mason was satisfied with Charles’s actions, but the way Clarissa was referring to him as a son-in-law was annoying.
"With such a son-in-law who loves our daughter, aren’t you happy?" Clarissa scolded, glancing at Mason.
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