She was really too worried about her.
Sophie Wilson put away her phone with a smile, having picked out the scarves she liked. Just right, one for each of them in this season, warmly wrapped, she felt happy just thinking about it.
After paying, Sophie Wilson strolled downstairs with the bag.
As she reached the entrance of the mall, she saw a familiar car.
When she saw the car, Charles Seymour was getting out, wearing a long trench coat. As he moved, the hem of the coat was lifted by the wind, creating an arc that made her heart flutter.
"This is for you." Without a second thought, Sophie Wilson took out a scarf and draped it around his neck, wrapped it around once, and with a gentle tug, pulled him in front of her.
They were so close that their breaths intertwined, creating an intense intimacy that even drew the attention of passersby. Sophie Wilson didn't mind, because she saw the delight in Charles Seymour's eyes: "For me?"
