Kai Bright: "..."

"Because I’m handsome!" Kai Bright shouted defiantly.

Charles Seymour simply tugged the corner of his lips, and with a snap, shattered Kai Bright’s confidence.

Kai Bright: "..."

This is too much bullying.

He’s going to Sophie!

Kai Bright "furiously" glared at Charles Seymour and went upstairs.

Charles Seymour went to the company, and by the afternoon, after finishing his work, he headed straight to the mall.

Sophie Wilson was still in the study researching materials, inspired by Kai Bright. If they got everything right, this bid was definitely a sure thing.

The door opened, and Charles Seymour walked in.

Sophie Wilson heard his footsteps but didn’t look up.

Thinking about what she impulsively did last night, she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Embarrassing!

Extremely embarrassing!

Anyway, she hadn’t yet figured out how to face Charles Seymour.

Sophie Wilson pretended to be fully absorbed, acting as if she hadn’t heard anything going on, but her ears were already perked up, listening to Charles Seymour’s movements.

Well, if he spoke to her first and pretended that nothing happened, she would pretend she had temporary amnesia and forgot about last night’s events.

But Sophie Wilson was disappointed.

Charles Seymour just made a round in the study and left.

After the door was closed, Sophie Wilson waited a while to confirm that Charles Seymour had really left, and then incredulously raised her head, staring at the door.

This guy... what does he mean?

Just as Sophie Wilson retracted her gaze, she suddenly noticed a bag on the table next to her.

Curiously, Sophie Wilson walked over, picked it up, and with a thud, a wave of heat exploded across her cheeks.

Charles Seymour, this guy...

Sophie Wilson held a note in her hand, with Charles Seymour’s bold and strong handwriting: "In return."

Sophie Wilson squinted her eyes, this jerk... huh, who’s afraid of whom?

Sophie Wilson took a deep breath, took the return gift, and went back to her room.

Then, before long, Charles Seymour received a call from Sophie Wilson: "Mr. Seymour... I really like the gift you gave me..."

The voice was so sweet it made Charles Seymour shiver and almost drop his phone.

He had acted on impulse; Sophie wouldn’t be angry, right?

Sophie isn’t petty, not at all... but what if?

Just in the brief moments Sophie Wilson was speaking, countless thoughts were already swirling through Charles Seymour’s mind.

Sophie Wilson had no idea what he was thinking and instead, with a smile, said to him: "Mr. Seymour, do you want to see?"

Various chaotic thoughts clashing in Charles Seymour’s mind suddenly halted simultaneously, shattered directly, rapidly condensed, and formed into one word, making him blurt out: "Yes!"

"Well... can you open the door?" Sophie Wilson asked sweetly, her nasal voice lightly trembling like a small hook, teasing Charles Seymour’s nerves over and over.

Without even thinking, his blood rapidly circulated throughout his body; the room temperature suddenly rose. He raised his hand, pressing his heart, which was so excited it almost jumped out of his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the door.

As the door opened, the scene in front of him almost made Charles Seymour faint.

In between, Sophie Wilson had let down her long hair, which was softly draped over her fair shoulders, and she was only wrapped in a towel.