CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 385: NEED A HUMIDIFIER

James Reed also took the opportunity to hug Ophelia Wilson gently, patting her shoulder softly.

However, if Ophelia were to look up at this moment, she would notice that James’s eyes were calm, contrasting starkly with his gentle actions, devoid of any affection.

Right now, his mind was filled with the teasing little figure of Sophie Wilson just moments ago. For some reason, although she belonged to Charles Seymour, his gaze always involuntarily lingered on her whenever she appeared.

Compared to Ophelia’s rigid gentleness, he preferred the wild vigor that Sophie exuded. Every time he saw her, he felt an incredible drive in his heart.

Moreover, since Sophie was with Charles Seymour, he desired her even more.

Sophie, unaware that she was on the mind of a person she despised, happily sat in the car, playing with Charles Seymour’s fingers, fiddling with them, causing ripples in Charles’s calm heart.

"What are you doing?" Charles asked in a hoarse voice.

Knowing full well that he could do nothing right now, she kept challenging his limits. Did she have that much faith in his self-control?

"It’s fun," Sophie replied, then raised an eyebrow and unreasonably asked, "What? You’re too overbearing. I’m just trying to relieve your fatigue since you seem so tired, and I can’t even give you a little massage?"

Charles was taken aback, momentarily unable to respond.

Sophie looked at him triumphantly, humming to herself, thinking that he was like a fish on the cutting board, unable to resist!

Charles watched Sophie for a while, then moved the hand not held by her, placing it on his shirt’s buttons. His slender fingers elegantly undid the buttons.

His movements were neither rushed nor slow. Though it was just an ordinary action, for some reason, when he did it, Sophie felt a bit enamored, unable to look away.

Charles’s actions seemed magical, drawing all her attention to his hands.

There was no light inside the car, but the light from passing street lamps outside filtered in, adding a touch of mysterious allure.

For some reason, Sophie felt as if she heard a soft pop in her ears, like fireworks suddenly bursting brilliantly in her heart, making her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerate, as if her blood flow quickened for a moment.

Rationality told her she shouldn’t keep watching, but her eyes had a mind of their own, unable to tear away, fixated intently.

An inexplicable wave of heat emerged from an unknown space, steaming directly onto Sophie’s face, making her whole body feel hot and her mind fuzzy, as if she were placed in an oven.

Charles, acting as if he knew nothing, asked, "Sophie, your face is a bit red. Are you feeling hot?"

"Yeah." Sophie gritted her teeth in frustration, responding with a single sound.

Why was she like this, didn’t this guy know?

"Actually, I’m feeling a bit hot too. It’s really stuffy in the car." Saying this, Charles casually undid his shirt buttons, then seemed to feel a cool breeze, exhaling a long breath.

That slight sigh made Sophie’s heart pound like a drum, leaving her pondering, perhaps there should be a humidifier in the car?

Why did the air feel so dry?