Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 395: What Does This Count For?

Sophie Wilson tilted her head, looking at Charles Seymour and sighed lightly, "Actually, I really want to remember the past.""Why?" Charles Seymour was puzzled, slightly frowned and said frankly, "That period of memory wasn’t very pleasant."

"I bet that time wasn’t very peaceful, but...you were there. I think, with you, the times must have been wonderful." Sophie Wilson said expectantly, smiling all the while.

She just wanted to know what they had gone through back then that made Charles so devoted to her.

Honestly, sometimes this happiness makes her feel like it’s too good to be true.

Of course, she’s not doubting Charles’ feelings for her; it just feels too perfect, and she’s afraid it’s a dream that she’ll wake up from one day only to find she’s still lonely in a past life.

"Take your time, maybe you’ll remember." Charles Seymour said as he put a piece of food on Sophie’s plate, then bowed his head to eat seriously.

Of course, if his ears hadn’t suddenly turned red, Sophie might have really believed he was as calm as he pretended to be.

Sophie thought about what she had just said and couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.

Is Charles too easy to please?

Just saying times were wonderful with him made him this happy?

Really...makes her want to be good to him whether she wants to or not.

Too adorable.

"The date set by Grandpa and Grandma, on that day James Reed and Ophelia Wilson will also be engaged," Charles Seymour decided he should tell Sophie about it.

Although no matter what James Reed did, it wouldn’t affect them, it was still good for Sophie to know in advance.

"What a coincidence, they’re set for the same day?" Sophie was extremely surprised, "Is James Reed deliberately trying to compete with you?"

"Not really." Charles Seymour recounted the conversation he had had with Old Mrs. Seymour on the phone to Sophie, making her unable to hold back her laughter, "What a misunderstanding. What is Ethan Seymour thinking?"

"Self-confidence." Charles Seymour could only describe Ethan Seymour this way; how else could he put it?

What exactly gave Ethan Seymour the confidence to think that Grandpa and Grandma were choosing a date for James Reed?

"It doesn’t matter, the same day is the same day. After all, your social circles don’t intersect." Sophie shrugged indifferently; she didn’t care.

"It will probably be at the same hotel." Charles Seymour said.

Sophie looked at him puzzled, "The Imperial City doesn’t have only one hotel of that level, right?"

"I’m doing it on purpose." Charles Seymour said casually, "I want Ophelia Wilson to see that a counterfeit is always a counterfeit."

Sophie burst into laughter upon hearing this, "So, Mr. Seymour, are you avenging me and slapping Ophelia in the face?"

"Yes." Charles nodded, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Men don’t haggle with women, that’s all nonsense.

If anyone bothers his Sophie, he doesn’t care whether it’s a man or a woman.

No one can.

"Oh my, Mr. Seymour, you make me really excited. When I get excited, I can’t help but want to pledge myself to you." As soon as Sophie spoke, Charles Seymour looked up sharply, his dark eyes suddenly lit up, as if a fierce flame had been ignited inside them, blazing into a raging fire.

"But you know, I think, since we’re not married yet, I’ll hold off." Sophie teased as she raised an eyebrow at Charles, then put a piece of food on his plate, "Come on, eat."

Charles Seymour: "..."

Is this a proper way to tease and then leave it at that?