CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 032 SUDDEN DROP IN TEMPERATURE

This guy actually went to the company to pick her up today... It really surprised her, but it’s a small matter.

Sophie Wilson didn’t take Eva’s provocation to heart at all.

"Thanks for the trouble, please thank President Payten for me when you get back." Sophie Wilson expressed her gratitude to President Payten’s driver, got off the car, and had just entered the house and changed her shoes before she even got upstairs, she heard the door open and the butler calling for sir.

Stunned, Sophie Wilson turned her head to see Charles Seymour walking closer with a dark face, each step so heavy as if he was about to stomp into the floor.

"Come upstairs with me." Charles Seymour grabbed Sophie Wilson’s wrist and pulled her upstairs.

A chill rushed over, making Sophie Wilson shiver.

He, was angry.

Sophie Wilson felt a pang in her heart; did he actually believe Eva’s nonsense?

"What did you do this afternoon?" Charles Seymour pulled Sophie Wilson into the study and asked coldly.

Without waiting for Sophie Wilson to speak, Charles Seymour’s fury roared over: "It’s summer now, you went out on field work this afternoon? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Eh?

Sophie Wilson was taken aback; it seemed... not quite what she had thought.

Sophie Wilson’s gaze was so peculiar that it suddenly made Charles Seymour realize he had lost control, biting his teeth and reminding her with a cold face: "You have a deal with me; your body isn’t entirely yours right now, it’s meant for my experiments, you need to keep it in the best condition, understood?"

Sophie Wilson’s invisible translator quickly ran through her brain, translating the sentence.

Going out at noon in the summer, what if you get heatstroke? What if you have a premature illness?

Simplified essence: he is worried something might happen to her.

Sophie Wilson "grasped" the essence, and couldn’t help but smile, secretly cursing this guy as a repressed nut.

Sophie Wilson’s discreet laughter made Charles Seymour misunderstand; she was actually smiling?

Running out in such hot weather, how could she still have the face to smile?

"You..." The fury that reached his lips was completely shocked out by the person suddenly hugging him.

Charles Seymour felt like his scalp was about to explode, his entire body was stiff, and he didn’t know how to react.

His hands instinctively lifted into the air, unsure whether to hold her tight or push her away, caught in an extremely awkward position.

"I knew you care for me." Sophie Wilson cheerfully wrapped her arms around Charles Seymour’s waist, chuckling with a light sigh, "Even my parents never cared for me this much."

Charles Seymour was slightly shocked, recalling what he had investigated about her parents’ situation.

Her mother only favored the eldest daughter Grace Wilson, and her father was a career-over-family man, who wouldn’t be concerned about her at all.

"You’re really good to me." Sophie Wilson commented with a cheerful smile.

Charles Seymour’s icy eyes embarrassingly avoided Sophie Wilson’s radiant smile: "Of course I should be good to you, you’re after all..."

"A rare experiment, I get it." Sophie Wilson nonchalantly said, since he was just such a two-faced, repressed guy, getting used to it was enough.

"As long as you know." Charles Seymour coldly asked, "How long do you plan to hold me?"

"Oh, oh... I just got too excited." Sophie Wilson released him, putting some distance between them.

The searing heat left his waist, leaving a sudden empty chill he found extremely uncomfortable, but all he did was frown and suppress the strange feeling rising within.

"But you’re really good to your experiment; you even came to pick me up after work." Sophie Wilson tilted her head with a teasing smile, unsurprised to see someone’s face turn a couple of shades darker, and the surrounding temperature -- suddenly dropped.