Sophie Wilson looked helplessly at the disconnected phone and sighed lightly, "These days, even telling the truth doesn't get you believed."
Sophie Wilson entered the house and saw Charles Seymour waiting in the living room. She changed her shoes, smiled, and rushed over, directly jumping onto him, "Oh my... Mr. Seymour, I've missed you so much."
Sophie's enthusiasm made Charles Seymour's face darken as he coldly asked, "What's going on?"
"I just went to have dinner with Lucy," Sophie Wilson began to play dumb.
Charles Seymour smiled, a very faint smile, which, despite his good looks, gave Sophie a shiver. She poked his lips with her finger hesitantly, "Um... your smile is a bit scary..."
After hearing this, Charles Seymour's smile grew wider.
Sophie Wilson tried to jump down from him but... failed.
His arm was like it was made of iron, encircling her waist, not budging an inch.
