Sophie Wilson slowly withdrew her gaze and asked Charles Seymour in confusion, "What's with my cousin..."
Such a woeful way to run off, why does he look so much like... that bullied little wife?
At the thought of this analogy, Sophie Wilson inexplicably felt a chill, with goosebumps threatening to rise.
"It's nothing, don't worry about him," Charles Seymour replied nonchalantly, "Let's go over everything again to make sure there are no mistakes, lest when the time comes..."
Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly the vision before him darkened as Sophie Wilson lunged forward.
Startled, Charles Seymour quickly reached out to catch her firmly, his voice rising involuntarily, "What are you doing?"
Lunging like that, what if she accidentally fell?
"I like you," Sophie Wilson laughed and gave Charles Seymour a big kiss on his thin lips.
Just like that, all the anger Charles Seymour had inside dissipated with a poof.
