CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122 ANXIOUS

Because of the "car accident," Charles Seymour was extremely anxious, and after returning home, he asked the chef to prepare a good meal.

In the afternoon, Charles didn’t go to work either. Instead, he watched Sophie Wilson finish her meal, and an hour later, he said, "Come with me."

Watching Charles lead her towards the basement, Sophie felt a bit complicated inside.

She was familiar with that place; it was Charles Seymour’s laboratory from her past life.

Charles paused slightly at the basement door, his movements so subtle that if Sophie hadn’t been watching him closely, she might not have noticed.

Sophie tilted her head, looking at Charles. Was he nervous?

With this suspicion in mind, Sophie observed more intently.

The hand Charles used to hold the doorknob seemed overly forceful, his knuckles turning white.

Was this door so hard to open that it required such strength?

The decoration of Charles’s villa was, of course, exquisite, especially his prized laboratory.

The precision instruments here would drive any medical expert crazy; they were the most advanced in the world and made them wish to take them home.

However, under the lights, the place exuded a merciless coldness.

In her past life, this place was undoubtedly a nightmare for Sophie, and every visit brought her immense pain.

Especially later on, as her health deteriorated...

The "torture" of the past, now that the truth was known, left Sophie feeling desolate.

She truly couldn’t imagine the level of self-control Charles Seymour had used to so calmly conduct "experiments" on her.

For her, the painful torment was merely physical.

But each "experiment" was, for Charles, a battle with death to seize her life—a battle he absolutely did not want to lose!

Now, looking at the instruments she once loathed, she felt oddly close to them. They were his assistants, comrades fighting alongside him.

"Lie down over there." Charles ordered coldly, without a hint of emotion.

After saying this, Charles sat behind the instrument, carefully observing the screen.

He seemed fully focused, but if Sophie walked around the instrument and took a look, she’d find that his attention wasn’t really on the screen.

He was using the gap beside the instrument to closely observe Sophie’s reactions, not wanting to miss the slightest change.

Then he found that Sophie showed no aversion to these medical instruments, not even the slightest discomfort, lying down directly.

Only then did Charles’s tense nerves slowly relax, and the worry in his heart was finally set at ease.

He feared that seeing these things would remind Sophie of their "deal."

Recently, he felt he was becoming more comfortable with being Sophie’s boyfriend, and things were progressing smoothly beyond pretense.

He was really afraid that seeing these things would ruin the emotional foundation that had been so painstakingly built up over time.

After the examination was over, Charles asked Sophie to return to her room to rest; he had to wait for the results.

Once Sophie left, Charles immediately took out his phone and dialed a number. It rang for a long time before being answered with a lazy voice: "Bro, it’s very unethical to disturb someone’s sleep."

"If you didn’t party at night, I wouldn’t be able to disturb you," Charles shot back directly. Only Kai Bright, the night owl, could be so sleepy in the middle of the day.