CHAPTER 375: CHAPTER 375: A BIT SCARY

Sophie Wilson pushed the door open and was shocked by the overwhelming pink atmosphere—did she enter the wrong room?

Is this someone’s wedding anniversary celebration? But, it’s quite romantic.

"Sorry, I entered the wrong room." Sophie hastily apologized without even getting a clear look at the people inside.

This kind of celebratory atmosphere shouldn’t be ruined because of her.

Charles Seymour, who was holding a ring in his hand, hadn’t even taken a step, and his whole body froze in place.

How did she think she walked into the wrong room?

Watching Sophie about to close the door without hesitation, Charles narrowed his eyes, and the tension and anxiety from just now were replaced by a surge of inexplicable anger.

He extended his hand, grabbed Sophie’s wrist, pulled her into his arms, and pinned her directly against the wall.

Sophie, who was about to leave, got ambushed. Can she tolerate this?

Without thinking, Sophie tried to knee him, but her attack was immediately blocked, rendering it completely ineffective.

Her back was pinned against the wall in an instant, the action swift yet very gentle.

This style...

Sophie looked up in surprise, staring at the enlarged handsome face in front of her and was instantly dumbfounded: "Why are you here?"

Charles’ eyes were half-closed: "I invited you here."

So, if he’s not here, where should he be?

"But, here..." Sophie’s gaze skipped over Charles’ cheek, looking at the romantically decorated room, and asked in confusion, "Isn’t this setup too romantic and cozy?"

Charles: "..."

"What’s the problem?" Charles’ voice turned cold.

Is there an issue with inviting her to such a private dining room?

Sophie nervously swallowed, feeling the temperature around her plummet. Wasn’t the heater on in this room?

Why does it keep getting colder?

"Haha..." Sophie laughed awkwardly, trying to alleviate the strange atmosphere, "I just feel like a place like this doesn’t suit you."

"Ah, I get it, it’s the last private room, right? It’s fine, really, I’m okay eating anywhere." Just as Sophie finished speaking, she suddenly felt the chill intensify, like knives that sliced away the last bit of warmth in the room.

Sophie nervously stared at Charles, did, did she say something wrong?

He, looks kind of... frightening.

Then, the anxious Sophie suddenly noticed Charles smiling, his thin lips curving into an attractive arc, but paired with his handsome face, the smile looked more and more... creepy.

Sophie’s heart shivered with fear. What did she do?

Why is Charles so scary?

Charles released his hold on Sophie’s wrist, propped one hand against the wall, trapping Sophie in his arms, and lowered his head to ask: "Anywhere is fine?"

Sophie’s gaze shifted from the dangerously long arm next to her cheek back to Charles’ face, gulping nervously, she stammered, "I really am okay with anywhere."

Isn’t it just about coming out for a meal?

Why does he have to be so intimidating?

Honestly, dating him, she almost forgot about someone’s terrifying aura, and now it’s suddenly unleashed... still very scary!

It’s not that she’s afraid he would do something to her, it’s purely an instinctual human reaction to something terrifying.

She doesn’t want to be scared, but her body’s instincts make her shiver. Can she be blamed for that?