CHAPTER 126: CHAPTER 126: PRETEND

"Hm, it’s best if you admire celebrities rationally, don’t let it affect your work." Stephen Wilson said sternly, not letting Grace Wilson notice anything amiss.

"Dad, I know, I’m an adult now, I definitely won’t let my work suffer. The company is your hard work, I’ll definitely give it my all." Grace Wilson knew when to act obediently.

Stephen Wilson was quite satisfied hearing this, nodded, and said, "Alright, don’t worry about that matter."

He was certainly going to handle it.

Grace Wilson felt relieved and said considerately, "Dad, you should eat first."

Once Grace Wilson left, Stephen Wilson quickly opened the computer and started searching for Ophelia Wilson.

He thought someone next to him looked so familiar, even with sunglasses, he felt like he’d seen them somewhere before.

After seeing Grace Wilson, he finally remembered—that was the female celebrity Grace had been fanatically following.

There were quite a few posters of her in Grace’s room, no wonder he found her familiar.

No matter what, he had to first investigate the relationship between that person and Ophelia Wilson.

Having searched for over twenty years, he finally encountered her, how could he let go?

While Stephen Wilson was investigating his dream lover that he’d been obsessed with for over twenty years, Sophie Wilson’s test results came out, and indeed, she was fine.

Charles Seymour finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately.

Meanwhile, in the room, Sophie Wilson woke up from her afternoon nap and suddenly sat up because she realized something—Charles Seymour had sidetracked her!

She had clearly wanted to ask about their past, but why did it end with her feeling guilty and apologetic to him?

Annoyed, Sophie Wilson scratched her head, Charles Seymour was too sneaky.

Yes, she didn’t deny that Charles Seymour truly cared about her.

However, this guy definitely shifted the topic!

She had lived two lifetimes, yet still wasn’t as "insidious" as he was, this guy...

While Sophie was mentally cursing him, someone pushed the door open and said, "Get up for dinner."

Seeing this "devious villain," Sophie Wilson grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at his handsome face.

Charles Seymour instinctively raised a hand, caught it stably, frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure: "What’s wrong?"

There were many implications of throwing a pillow at him, did it mean her slight affection for him was gone?

That small romantic feeling she just started to have vanished?

"Why didn’t I see how clever you were before?" Sophie Wilson gritted her teeth inwardly, asking with a smiling facade.

Charles Seymour looked puzzled, completely not understanding what she was saying, staring at her as if waiting for more explanation.

Seeing Charles Seymour’s expression, Sophie Wilson sighed inwardly, why was she getting worked up over this?

He probably wasn’t telling her, either the timing wasn’t right.

Besides, how could he possibly harm her?

"Nothing, I just think you’re too smart, so amazing." Sophie Wilson was good at making excuses.

Charles Seymour nodded slightly, seemingly accepting Sophie’s explanation, or rather, he believed whatever she said: "Come down for dinner, it’s ready."

"Okay." Sophie Wilson nodded, watching Charles Seymour leave, her lips curled into a meaningful smile.

Acting!

He’s still pretending!

She was just too lazy to expose him.

If he weren’t feeling guilty, why was he leaving with her pillow?