"Charles." Sophie Wilson immediately hid behind Charles Seymour, her demeanor like a gentle bird, warming Charles's heart with a cozy flow of warmth.
She trusted him so much.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." the middle-aged man cried out repeatedly, drawing curious looks from passersby.
"Charles, he's harassing me!" Sophie Wilson shouted, making the confused onlookers suddenly understand.
Oh, so he was harassing someone else's girlfriend, no wonder they're not intervening.
Such a person deserves a lesson.
"No, no, it's a misunderstanding." The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, "I really... shall we move to the side to talk?"
Charles Seymour didn't let go, instead, he turned his head, silently seeking Sophie Wilson's opinion.
Sophie Wilson glanced at the pitiful middle-aged man looking at her, then softly discussed with Charles Seymour: "Why not listen to what he has to say? He... doesn't seem entirely like a bad person."
