Noticing Sophie's gaze, Charles looked over innocently and asked, "What?"
His bewildered look made it seem as if he truly didn't know what was going on, but the question was...
Sophie squinted dangerously, "Mr. Seymour, has anyone ever told you that you're quite an actor?"
Charles looked even more puzzled, displaying a look of pure innocence.
Sophie's forehead vein throbbed in frustration—who was the jerk that just scratched her palm with a finger?
This is called harassment, isn't it?
Sophie clenched her hand, gritting her teeth, "You think I didn't notice? Couldn't feel your little antics?"
Charles then suddenly understood, calmly saying, "I was just moved, the way you protected me just now was really impressive."
"It made me unable to resist wanting to..." Charles' voice turned deep and alluringly husky, "do something."
Now it was Sophie's turn to be confused. She blinked blankly, asking innocently, "What do you want to do?"
