"What else can I do? I can only keep pampering you," Charles Seymour said with a doting smile in his eyes. He kissed her lips and added, "Sleep."
After flying and taking care of the little one, Sophie must be tired.
Sophie Wilson smiled and raised her leg directly, hooking someone: "Actually, I'm not that tired. How about we do something else?"
Charles Seymour's eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low and husky voice, "Happy to oblige."
In the second half of the night, Sophie Wilson had an exceptionally good sleep.
By the time Sophie Wilson woke up, it was broad daylight with the sun shining brightly.
She yawned, turned over to hug Charles Seymour's pillow, inhaling his scent and unable to suppress a sweet smile.
Feeling a bit of his absence.
Sophie thought of this, reached for her phone in the nightstand drawer, pressed it, and the call was answered after just two rings, the voice she so missed saying, "Awake?"
