Seeing Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson gave him a sweet smile, her eyes shimmering like countless stars falling into them, making Charles feel a bit dizzy.

By the time he reacted, he realized he had already stepped aside and let Sophie in.

Charles quickly closed the door, knowing that without his permission, the maid or the housekeeper wouldn’t come up to the bedroom floor, but he still wanted to be cautious.

He absolutely couldn’t let Sophie be seen by anyone else.

"Mr. Seymour, I really love the gift you gave me, so... I want to wear it for you to see..." Sophie lowered her head shyly, gently biting her lower lip, her smile as enticing as a rose in first bloom, leaving Charles stunned.

With strong self-control, Charles pulled his gaze away from Sophie’s face, glanced down, only to have it stick again, more firmly this time.

He couldn’t be blamed, really, Sophie’s words were too easy to drift into imagination.

Although the bath towel was large, it was still just a bath towel; no matter how well wrapped, it sparked his imagination.

Moreover, Sophie stood there shyly, making it impossible for him to look away.

"Mr. Seymour, do you want to take a look?" Sophie raised an eyebrow, a hint of challenge adding to her seductive charm, stirring Charles’s blood with a burning sense of challenge from within.

Charles’s speech was a bit faster than his brain at that moment, nodding directly: "Yes."

"Alright..." Sophie’s fair fingers slowly stroked the edge of the towel, her gentle touch sparking endless imaginations.

Sophie watched Charles’s eyes light up, feeling a bit proud inside.

Her fiancé being interested in her was just right.

With a sudden movement, Sophie flipped the towel open: "Ta-da!"

Sophie mimicked the sound effect of a reveal, then burst into laughter: "Mr. Seymour, does it fit?"

Charles, looking at Sophie’s outfit, was momentarily stunned, then a doting smile surfaced in his eyes: "Naughty."

Sophie was wearing a tube top and tight shorts, with the matching lingerie set he bought her worn on the outside.

"La-la-la..." Sophie pranced around proudly in front of Charles, "Disappointed? Frustrated? Am I smart?"

Watching this little rascal being cheeky in front of him, Charles stretched out his long arm, pulling her into his embrace, giving her arm a light pat: "You’re just naughty."

He certainly wouldn’t smack hard, if he did, he’d end up being the one feeling sorry.

But Sophie was just too mischievous, how could she be like this?

She made him love and hate her at the same time, frustrating him to the point of itching his teeth, yet he was helpless against her.

Sophie snuggled into Charles’s arms, giggling, and last night’s awkwardness instantly dissolved.

A little sweetness and fun between couples; they could also indulge in that.

While Sophie and Charles were enjoying themselves, Hayley Cole was startled.

"Mom, why did you suddenly appear, trying to scare me to death?" Hayley patted her chest, complaining with lingering fear.

"Hayley, what are you doing?" Hazel Bennett asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, just wandering around." Hayley replied, then questioned unhappily, "Mom, can’t I walk around in this house?"