After leaving the restaurant, Sophie Wilson got into the car with Charles Seymour, naturally snuggling into his arms.
Charles confidently wrapped his arms around his fiancée. Well, they were engaged, she was already his, with his label on her.
"James Reed sure has a way," Sophie scoffed, "He managed to convince Ophelia Wilson so easily."
Even a fool could see that today's encounter with Ophelia was not accidental. She must have been tipped off about her whereabouts and came looking for her.
It was just because James and his team failed to persuade her Mr. Seymour and hit a wall with Old Mr. Seymour that they sent Ophelia to take a more roundabout approach.
"Hmm," Charles replied, watching as Sophie nestled in his arms, idly fiddling with the buttons of his coat with her delicate fingers, one by one.
Though she was merely playing with the buttons, he felt his throat go dry, his mouth parched.
