"The old man of the Wilson Clan is really something." Sophie Wilson changed clothes as soon as she got home, hugged a pillow, and complained to Charles Seymour. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"He wants to make me his ally first, and then pull you in, doesn’t he?"

"He is really a hypocrite, it’s disgusting."

Sophie Wilson frowned and asked Charles Seymour, "Do you think my dad was adopted?"

Charles Seymour helplessly placed his hand on the top of Sophie Wilson’s head, "What are you thinking?"

"I mean, how could people like them have a child as good as my dad? It’s so strange." Sophie Wilson truly felt it was unfair to her father.

Not only do they favor Emerie, but they also pile all the burdens of the house on her dad, and then talk about ’taking a step back each’.

At this thought, Sophie Wilson’s eyes lit up. She excitedly pulled down the hand Charles Seymour had placed on her head, "Did you notice how cool my dad was just now?"

"He didn’t let me suffer any grievance at all." Sophie Wilson giggled foolishly.

She felt so happy now.

Having her mother who cares for her, her father who protects her, plus this guy Charles who loves her, along with good friends... her life was really complete.

Well... of course, once she marries someone and has two children... it’d be perfect.

Too blissful!

Sophie Wilson was basking in her thoughts when suddenly a handsome face came close, startling her, making her instinctively pull back. She asked in surprise, "Why are you suddenly so close?"

"I just wanted to ask... who’s cooler?" Charles Seymour earnestly stared at Sophie Wilson.

Sophie Wilson: "..."

She slapped Charles Seymour’s face with one word, "Get lost!"

How could he compare with her dad?

Can the two be the same?

Charles Seymour’s slapped face turned to one side, and he didn’t turn it back, looking as if he was a large abandoned dog, hurt but saying nothing, staring out blankly with his bright dark eyes, making one feel heartache.

"Alright... you’re cool, you’re cool, you’re the coolest!" Sophie Wilson hurriedly rushed over to appease him.

The personality of her man changed too much; now he was in fragile mode again.

What can she do with the man she chose?

She had to coax him.

"Come here, my big sweetheart, give me a kiss! Mua!"

Sophie Wilson leaned over and planted a kiss on the lips of a certain someone, then... she got "counter-attacked."

Lying on the sofa, Sophie Wilson, who got dizzy from the kiss, looked at the ceiling and felt like there were many stars twinkling.

Oh boy, she was oxygen-deprived from the kiss.

"You beast?" Sophie Wilson lifted her foot and kicked a certain someone.

However, the post-kiss oxygen deprivation meant that both her words and the kicking motion were soft and weak, accompanied by a slight pant and hoarseness, which made Charles Seymour’s eyes darken, a black fire rekindling within, enough to burn everything.

Fortunately, he still retained a bit of rationality, realizing that Sophie’s body was not well enough for that sort of thing yet, doing it too soon could damage her health.

However, he didn’t agree with Sophie’s evaluation of him.

Charles Seymour drew Sophie Wilson’s hand back and said, "I’m not a beast yet."

Sophie Wilson’s palm got a little hot, and her already warm cheeks instantly felt like they were burning, "Why, why are you having such a big reaction?"

Charles Seymour’s face was lined with black lines, he was truly speechless.

"Do you hope I don’t react?"

He was healthy in both body and mind, and deeply in love with Sophie, how could he not react?

If there were no reaction, that would be the problem, alright?