CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128: GUARDING ALL THE WAY

Once Sophie Wilson was confirmed not to dislike it, the nanny left relieved.

Sophie Wilson sighed lightly, returned to her room, but not before casting a "fierce" glare at someone’s bedroom.

This scheming guy!

Humph!

As for that certain someone, he fully displayed his steadiness like a mountain, remaining unphased, as if nothing had happened, even if Mount Tai were to collapse right in front of him.

The next day, Sophie Wilson went to the Wilson Clan as scheduled.

She still took the subway to get there. For Charles Seymour to be willing to let go, Sophie felt a warm sensation in her heart.

He was obviously worried sick about her, yet he still allowed her to go out alone. It shows he’s not an obsessive person.

In the previous life, it was probably because they never communicated from the beginning. Her fierce resistance made him even more determined to keep her, which deepened their misunderstanding until there was no chance for an explanation.

She remembered that initially, he didn’t say anything. Later on, whatever he said, she didn’t believe.

Both he and she were responsible, right?

Fortunately, there’s another chance to make amends. This time around, it allows them not to repeat the mistakes of their past lives.

Sophie Wilson walked happily into the Wilson Clan’s neighborhood, while at this moment, not far away, a car she knew quite well was parked, clearly waiting there for some time.

The door opened, and Charles Seymour, wearing sunglasses, got into the car and instructed, "Drive."

The driver started the car while sighing lightly in his heart. The sir clearly agreed at home not to see Miss Wilson off.

As soon as Miss Wilson left, the sir followed right after.

He had the driver go ahead and wait at this place, while the sir himself followed Miss Wilson onto the subway and came all the way here.

If the sir was this concerned, why not just drive Miss Wilson over directly?

Why insist on this time-consuming and labor-intensive method?

The driver just cast a puzzled glance at Charles Seymour through the rearview mirror, thinking his actions were discreet, but alas, they couldn’t escape Charles Seymour’s eyes.

"Trust does not equal worry-free," Charles Seymour said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the driver’s heart tightened, finally understanding how important Sophie was to Charles Seymour.

Far more important than he had thought.

To make the sir deliberately explain a sentence like that, aside from Miss Wilson, he hadn’t seen anyone else who made the sir so thoughtful.

Sophie Wilson had no idea that someone was secretly protecting her all the way out of worry.

She was now entering the Wilson Clan, ready to confront them befittingly.

Indeed, she didn’t come today expecting any peaceful reconciliation.

After knowing what Grace Wilson did, they would still nonchalantly brush the matter off, treating her as if she were dead?

Seriously think she has no temper?

Ugh... Okay, in her previous life, she cared a lot about family and endured everything.

But now... humph, she had no intentions of putting up with it.

In this life, aside from having patience with Charles Seymour, everyone else... step aside!

"Oh, our little Miss of the Wilson Clan has finally returned, with such grand airs. Just a palanquin short of an eight-man carry to fetch you," Cassandra Lee sarcastically mocked from the sofa.

"Yeah, why didn’t you get one then?" Sophie Wilson retorted.

"What did you say?" Cassandra Lee got worked up hearing that, pointing at Sophie Wilson’s nose and scolding, "Say that again!"

"Weren’t you the one who wanted a palanquin to fetch me? I just went along with your wishes, and now I’m wrong?" Sophie Wilson spread her hands helplessly, "You’re really hard to please."