"My dear, can we save some face?" Sophie Wilson asked him earnestly.
"Nope." Charles Seymour replied with equal seriousness.
Sophie Wilson was speechless, raised her hand, and held his face, pushing him away.
Then, the shameless guy continued to lean in closer, right in front of Sophie Wilson: "Sophie..."
His magnetic voice was filled with the grievance of being ignored.
Sophie Wilson sighed lightly, pecked his lips, and said, "Alright, next time I'll definitely ask you first."
She's figured out Charles Seymour's temper now.
This guy, he just likes to sulk and act cute, just needs a bit of coaxing.
He's so tense outside, at home, she naturally wants him to relax a bit.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour was finally satisfied.
"I'm going to take a shower." Sophie Wilson patted Charles Seymour and said.
When Sophie Wilson finished her shower and lay on the bed, Charles Seymour asked, "What do you plan to do with the Chapman Family?"
