Sophie Wilson had no idea that Grace Wilson had suddenly paved another path; she naturally wanted to manage her own things well.
Anyway, the company's affairs kept her busy for quite some time, and by the time they were mostly dealt with, autumn had already begun.
"Hey, hey... Stop the car, stop the car." Sophie Wilson tapped Charles Seymour's arm.
Charles Seymour spoke up, "Stop the car."
The car immediately came to a smooth stop by the roadside. Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson and asked, "What's up?"
"Buy ice cream," Sophie Wilson said.
"Let the driver buy it for you," Charles Seymour didn't want Sophie Wilson to go out of her way for such a small thing.
"No, I'll buy it for you," Sophie Wilson insisted strongly.
Charles Seymour frowned, his eyes full of disapproval.
"Doesn't the commercial say, if you love him, treat him?" After speaking, Sophie Wilson stared steadily at Charles Seymour.
