She was really too worried about her. Sophie Wilson put away her phone with a smile, having picked out the scarves she liked. Just right, one for each of them in this season, warmly wrapped, she felt happy just thinking about it. After paying, Sophie Wilson strolled downstairs with the bag. As she reached the entrance of the mall, she saw a familiar car. When she saw the car, Charles Seymour was getting out, wearing a long trench coat. As he moved, the hem of the coat was lifted by the wind, creating an arc that made her heart flutter. "This is for you." Without a second thought, Sophie Wilson took out a scarf and draped it around his neck, wrapped it around once, and with a gentle tug, pulled him in front of her. They were so close that their breaths intertwined, creating an intense intimacy that even drew the attention of passersby. Sophie Wilson didn’t mind, because she saw the delight in Charles Seymour’s eyes: "For me?" "Mm." Sophie Wilson nodded. Before she could even mention the couple scarves, Charles Seymour guessed with a puzzled look, "Tying me down so I can’t run away?" Sophie Wilson choked on her own saliva, coughing until her eyes turned red, the watery eyes gave Charles Seymour a look that was like a kitten’s paw teasing his heart, ticklish with a tingle of electric pleasure. Yet, she seemed oblivious to it all, patting Charles Seymour on the chest: "Seriously, Mr. Seymour, you really know how to flirt." "I just wanted to buy couple scarves." Sophie Wilson took out the other scarf for herself from the bag to show Charles Seymour. Charles Seymour took it, and with his long, attractive fingers, unwrapped the packaging. Sophie Wilson watched quietly, sighing inwardly, how being good-looking had its perks, even unwrapping something seemed so captivating. Suddenly feeling warmth around her neck, Sophie Wilson snapped back to reality. Charles Seymour had wrapped the scarf around her, and unlike her casual wrap, he tied a pretty knot for her. Sophie Wilson looked at the scarf around her neck, then at Charles Seymour’s, feeling inexplicably frustrated. Her fingers playfully poked at his arm, creating a scene that was quite awkward. "Tell me, why are you better at everything than me?" Sophie Wilson asked, feeling upset. It just made her feel so useless. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Charles Seymour looked at her strangely: "If I’m not good, how can I protect you?" This hit the softest part of Sophie Wilson’s heart, a mix of sour and sweet like freshly gathered honey, exuding a fragrantly sweet taste. "Let’s go." Sophie Wilson pretended not to feel the heat on her face, pulling Charles Seymour’s hand as they walked to the car. Charles Seymour looked at her flushed cheeks, a subtle smile in his eyes. His long fingers intertwined with Sophie Wilson’s, and they got into the car. He instructed the driver to head home. "Are you skipping work?" Sophie Wilson asked curiously, as it wasn’t even time to get off work yet. "There’s nothing much going on at the company." Charles Seymour said with a straight face. As for whether the company was really not busy... well, only those busy bees at the company knew the truth. Anyway, Charles Seymour felt as long as he wasn’t busy, that was enough. Sophie Wilson was happy on her end, but on Emerie Wilson’s side, it was quite stormy. "Auntie, what’s wrong with you?" The family of Emerie Wilson rushed over as soon as they got the call, gathering around her hospital bed. Ophelia Wilson squeezed to the front, asking worriedly.