Seeing Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson gave him a sweet smile, her eyes shimmering like countless stars falling into them, making Charles feel a bit dizzy.
By the time he reacted, he realized he had already stepped aside and let Sophie in.
Charles quickly closed the door, knowing that without his permission, the maid or the housekeeper wouldn't come up to the bedroom floor, but he still wanted to be cautious.
He absolutely couldn't let Sophie be seen by anyone else.
"Mr. Seymour, I really love the gift you gave me, so... I want to wear it for you to see..." Sophie lowered her head shyly, gently biting her lower lip, her smile as enticing as a rose in first bloom, leaving Charles stunned.
With strong self-control, Charles pulled his gaze away from Sophie's face, glanced down, only to have it stick again, more firmly this time.
He couldn't be blamed, really, Sophie's words were too easy to drift into imagination.
