"Mm." Charles Seymour, naturally aware, picked up Sophie Wilson and said, "Come on, let's change clothes and check out the specialty shops."
This way, she can walk off her meal and it won't delay lunch either.
"Sure, sure." Sophie Wilson nodded, wrapping her arm around Charles Seymour's neck, and asked, "Uncle Grant may not know if he's going."
"He's got his own plans." Charles Seymour didn't even think before speaking, "He's got a business discussion with the gemstone market, don't go meddling."
"The way you said it, you make it sound like I'd be a nuisance. I'm the owner of the Pearl Jewelries, remember." Sophie Wilson pouted at Charles Seymour, feeling underestimated.
"The boss who never manages anything?" Charles Seymour unceremoniously exposed Sophie Wilson's "true nature."
Sophie Wilson puffed her lips and then, with a snicker, bit Charles Seymour's arm deeply—not hard, but just playfully.
