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.
