On a regular day, Charles Seymour was already handsome and stylish enough. Who knew, when he dressed in formal attire and styled his hair specially... He, he, he... He was so stunningly handsome it made her dizzy. Thump thump, Sophie Wilson’s heart was beating far beyond its limits, rapidly pounding. Suddenly, Sophie had an urge, like she wanted to tackle him down! Lock him up, don’t let others see him! Sophie’s heart was roaring, and in fact, Charles was pretty much the same. The beautiful V-neck evening gown outlined Sophie’s wonderful figure completely, and the exquisitely styled jewelry gently swayed, flashing with a mesmerizing glow. However, enchanting as the jewelry was, it couldn’t compare to the allure of the one wearing it. Charles regretted a bit, why choose this dress for Sophie? Shouldn’t such a Sophie only be seen by him? Both of them stood still, one inside the room and the other at the doorway. When the driver came upstairs, this was the scene he saw: he silently looked at the two, thinking, are they playing a game of freeze tag? "Sir, it’s about time." The driver dutifully reminded them; if they continued staring at each other, there would be no need to attend the evening reception. "Hmm, got it." Charles came back to his senses, responded coldly, "We’ll be down in a moment." The driver nodded slightly and turned to go downstairs to start the car. "Let’s go." Charles came over, took Sophie’s small hand, and gently caressed the back of it with his fingers, precisely because he didn’t want other men to see such a Sophie. "I regret it." Sophie mumbled, "Why bring you over there?" For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Charles paused his steps, turning to look at Sophie. "Such a handsome person is mine, why let other women see you?" Sophie looked at Charles sullenly, her eyes full of resentment. Charles felt relieved and somewhat amused. "However, let them look, let them know, this person is mine. They can see but can’t have, let them be jealous to death." With that, Sophie felt better, "Let’s go! Show you off to people." The butler, hearing this from downstairs, quietly stepped aside. He was getting old, his ears weren’t good, and his eyes weren’t either. He didn’t hear anything, especially not Miss Wilson speaking as if showing off their gentleman as an object. He didn’t see anything either, especially not seeing their gentleman look not only unoffended but quite pleased after hearing Miss Wilson speak that way. It seemed he really was getting old and should get to bed early, otherwise, he’d keep seeing illusions. Stephen Wilson hadn’t attended such a reception in a long time. He moved among the crowd, but not with the appearance of eagerly seeking cooperation. "Hey, Stephen, what are you doing?" Stephen’s friend pulled him, asking discontentedly, "With so many opportunities, why aren’t you talking to someone properly, seeing if there’s any chance for cooperation?" "In my current state." Stephen smiled bitterly, making his friend couldn’t help but feel sympathy, "Don’t worry, I’m telling you, there are Walton Family people attending this reception." "Walton Family?" Upon hearing this, Stephen’s mood noticeably shifted. His friend chuckled, "Exactly, the Walton Family. If you could establish a connection with them, you might just turn things around."