So when Charles Seymour came downstairs and saw the supposedly fine midnight snack accompanied by a plate of chilled bitter gourd salad, his perplexed gaze fell on Sophie Wilson.
What kind of pairing is this?
He remembered she didn't seem to like this kind of thing, right?
"Eat more bitter gourd, it's good for cooling the blood and removing excess heat," Sophie Wilson picked up some bitter gourd for Charles Seymour, telling him to eat more, so he wouldn't have idle thoughts.
Earlier his reaction was too scary!
Sophie Wilson wouldn't admit to being startled herself.
Anyway, anyway, let him cool off first.
Charles Seymour looked at the bitter gourd in his bowl, his puzzled gaze falling on Sophie Wilson.
Clearly a normal look, but for some reason, when it fell on Sophie Wilson, it made her heart race, as if her little unease was totally seen through by Charles Seymour.
"You don't like it?" Sophie Wilson bit her lip, feigning calmness.
