"You have to take responsibility for what you say." Charles Seymour said matter-of-factly.
Bully his woman?
What was Emerie thinking?
He hadn't even settled the matter from back when Sophie was swapped, and now Emerie was courting disaster herself.
"Oh dear..." Sophie Wilson pinched his ear again; Charles Seymour's ears really were nice to pinch, "Mr. Seymour, if you keep spoiling me like this, you'll spoil me rotten, what will we do then?"
"Keep spoiling you." Charles replied without the slightest hesitation, making Sophie Wilson laugh out loud, kicking her feet a little, "Alright, put me down now, go quickly to work. I won't disturb you anymore, I'm going to the gym."
"Okay." Charles nodded, releasing his hands, and Sophie Wilson slid off his back to head to the gym.
She entered the gym, changed clothes, and stared at herself in the mirror with frustration, touching her face. Not too bad looking.
She put her hands on her hips and turned around, her figure wasn't bad either.
