novelraw Chapter 514: Come on, who’s afraid of whom?
Chapter 514: Come on, who’s afraid of whom?
Sophie Wilson put down the hair dryer, pulled over a chair, sat across from Charles Seymour, and asked him with a smile, "Mr. Seymour, what are you doing?""Calling you." Charles Seymour said it so seriously, which made Sophie Wilson burst into laughter, "What? Are you worried that I’ll run away?"
"Yes." Charles Seymour answered quickly and earnestly, leaving Sophie Wilson truly speechless.
"You’re something else, what are you thinking? How can I run away? We’ve already gotten engaged." Sophie Wilson shook her head with a smile, really not knowing what goes through his mind every day.
Charles Seymour didn’t say anything, just kept gazing at Sophie Wilson.
His gaze was serious and profound, making Sophie Wilson’s amused mood slowly disappear, all replaced by the deep affection conveyed by his gaze.
Sophie Wilson reached out, held his hand, and said, "Stop overthinking. We’ve been busy all day and are tired, go back and rest early, be good."
Usually very obedient, Charles Seymour didn’t move at all this time, just stared blankly at Sophie Wilson.
But, his gaze shifted from Sophie Wilson’s face to their joined hands, and then back to her face.
"We got engaged today." Charles Seymour’s lips curved up slightly into a small smile, he was in a good mood.
"Yes, we’re engaged." Sophie Wilson went along with him, not knowing why, she just felt Charles Seymour seemed a bit odd at this moment, so she had to humor him.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour was satisfied after hearing Sophie Wilson’s response.
Then, he didn’t say anything.
This moment left Sophie Wilson bewildered, what on earth is he implying?
"Aren’t you going to rest?" Sophie Wilson probed.
"We got engaged today." Charles Seymour reminded Sophie once more.
"I know..." Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but laugh seeing Charles Seymour’s meaningful gaze and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Exactly what you’re thinking." As soon as Sophie Wilson finally understood, Charles Seymour’s eyes lit up, and he perked up completely.
"Hey, my physical condition’s still not up for it," Sophie Wilson reminded a certain someone.
Don’t be silly.
"We can do something else, just not sure if you dare." Charles Seymour asked Sophie Wilson with a bit of a challenge.
Oh wow, challenging her?
Sophie Wilson raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Bring it on, I fear nothing."
Would she be afraid of him?
And then... Charles Seymour tidied up the tissues and whatnot, walked to the bed with a cheer, hiding a smile at his lips, and patted the quilt lightly, "Sophie, don’t stay under there, the air isn’t good."
"Don’t talk to me," Sophie Wilson groaned from under the quilt.
Charles Seymour asked gleefully, "Is my body okay?"
"Go away!" Sophie Wilson shouted angrily.
Charles Seymour didn’t mind at all, instead laughed even happier, he really didn’t expect Sophie would help him.
However, it seems Sophie’s worn out.
"Should I get some ointment to rub your wrist?" Charles Seymour asked kindly.
Sophie Wilson suddenly flipped the quilt open, sat up, and glared playfully at Charles Seymour, "Are you feeling pretty smug?"
Her hand was almost dead from soreness, that bastard, she wondered if he was getting back at her for the first embarrassment, during the later times... it was outrageous!
Her hand was almost ruined.