"Sophie, I'm just concerned about you." Charles Seymour looked innocently at Sophie Wilson, with a hint of pitifulness in his eyes, as if Sophie had bullied him.
However, it seemed that he was indeed "bullied" by Sophie just a moment ago.
"If you could wipe off that smug smile from your lips, it might be a bit more believable." Sophie huffed, raised her hand, and unceremoniously commanded, "Massage."
She was exhausted.
"Alright." Charles happily sat by the bed and massaged her hand.
Watching Charles busily bent over, Sophie's eyes reflected a happy smile.
The atmosphere between the two was incredibly warm, however, in some households, the atmosphere was as cold as the weather outside at that moment.
James Reed stood in the chaotic study, stealthily glanced at Charlotte Reed.
Charlotte nodded slightly and stepped forward, "Ethan, don't be angry. It's okay to smash things, but what if you hurt yourself?"
