CHAPTER 376: CHAPTER 376: SOPHIE, MARRY ME

Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson, who was trembling between him and the wall, sighed softly, and with slender fingers gently caressed her delicate cheek, whispering, "Don’t be afraid."

"Mm..." Sophie’s reply came with a trembling tone. Wasn’t he terrifying?

Asking her not to be afraid was like asking a mouse not to fear a cat, utterly against the laws of nature.

"You don’t like this booth?" Charles asked.

"Li—like it..." Sophie nodded shakily.

"Like it?" Charles’s face darkened. The person who designed this was clearly lying to him. If Sophie liked it, would she react this way?

The air pressure from a certain someone got lower, scaring Sophie into trembling even more, and she couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Who had provoked this gentleman?

She hadn’t seen him with such a fierce and intimidating aura for a long time.

Could this be a place he had specially chosen?

Thinking of this possibility, and recalling her reaction just now, Sophie immediately understood why he was unhappy.

After all, anyone whose carefully selected place was disliked would certainly be in a bad mood.

"This place is really arranged quite romantically, really very, very good!" To prove her sincerity, Sophie deliberately emphasized her voice, showing she was thoroughly satisfied with this room.

"Then why did you just think you entered the wrong booth?" Charles was puzzled.

"I really didn’t dislike it." Sophie laughed awkwardly. "It’s just that such a romantic place doesn’t quite feel like your style."

Although he was usually reserved, lately he seemed to be moving towards being openly demonstrative, but this kind of romantic and cozy setup really didn’t seem to fit him.

As soon as Sophie finished speaking, she suddenly noticed a dark look on a certain someone’s face.

"Uh..." Only then did Sophie belatedly think of a possibility, weakly guessing aloud, "Um, isn’t this something you specially arranged?"

Charles didn’t speak, and with a blank expression, unaware of any misunderstanding, Sophie was stunned to read a deep grievance from him.

The thought flashed through her mind, but it scared Sophie: "Ah, I didn’t know! I didn’t expect you to suddenly be so romantic, it’s not... I just thought you were more rugged, this kind of thing doesn’t seem to fit you, umm, not quite right either, it’s just... just feels weird."

Sophie herself didn’t know what she was saying, and could only scratch her head, awkwardly changing the topic: "Why did you arrange it this way?"

Just after asking the question, Sophie suddenly felt a chill in the room.

Uh... Had she inadvertently flipped the switch to the gates of hell with what she just said?

How did she never know she had this ability... sob...

"What do you think?" Charles smiled, a perfect and alluring smile that to Sophie seemed like the beautiful otherworldly flower in hell, tempting her to move forward, and then... there would be no way back.

Why is he... why is he smiling in such a sinister way?

"Heh heh..." Sophie chuckled dryly.

Charles was genuinely rendered speechless by her, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek, then stepping back two paces.

Without his pressing aura, Sophie finally breathed more easily.

However, before she could catch her breath, she was startled by Charles’s next action.

He knelt down on one knee handsomely, like a knight protecting his queen, holding up a delicate ring, and spoke passionately: "Sophie, marry me."