CHAPTER 386: CHAPTER 386 THIS LITTLE RASCAL

The faint honey-colored skin was half-exposed in Sophie Wilson’s sight like this.

In an instant of excitement, Sophie Wilson let go of Charles Seymour’s hand, grabbing his shirt with one swift motion. She wrestled intensely with herself over whether to rip it open for a good look or obediently button it back up.

Two little figures in her mind were fiercely battling, the fight so intense it seemed to eclipse sun and moon, making the world lose its color.

Considering the time and place, along with her own physical issues, Sophie decided to play the lady.

She carefully buttoned Charles Seymour’s shirt, saying seriously, "Be careful not to catch a cold. Even with the heater in the car, you can’t be like this, be good."

Charles Seymour watched her earnestly button his shirt, yet her soft fingers kept rubbing against the skin beneath.

Was this shirt really so hard to button?

Finally, once Sophie Wilson had had enough of touching, she sat back as if nothing had happened, as well-behaved as could be, as if she’d genuinely only been concerned about him catching a cold.

Charles Seymour laughed silently, what a little rascal.

Once home, Sophie Wilson quickly dashed back to her room to calm down.

Watching her vanish the moment they entered, Charles couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile as he climbed the stairs at a leisurely pace.

He had finished all the important matters today, and felt relaxed all over.

The butler saw that Charles Seymour and the others were back and asked the driver, "Did you eat? There’s still food in the kitchen."

"No need." The driver, like a wandering soul, "floated" back to his room, his stunned appearance leaving the butler puzzled.

The butler was aware of the driver’s background.

Exactly what had happened while he was out with the gentleman?

What made him so shaken?

But just now, looking at Sir and Miss Wilson, they didn’t seem like anything happened.

The butler, feeling uneasy, followed to ask, "What happened on the road?"

"Nothing," the driver shook his head, "I’m just tired."

The butler looked at the driver, who indeed appeared exhausted, like he had run three marathons, completely drained.

After ensuring the driver was physically fine, the butler left him alone to rest.

"Young people nowadays, really are peculiar," the butler shook his head with doubt as he walked away.

The driver naturally heard the butler’s words, but he didn’t even have the energy to refute or explain.

He was driving up front, but how could he not have known what was happening in the back?

His skills, his senses were exceptionally keen.

His master had actually used seduction!

He must have been hallucinating, sleeping would set him right!

Yes, sleep!

The driver quickly fell asleep (passed out?), but Sophie Wilson in her room just couldn’t fall asleep.

Even though she’d washed up, lay in bed, with her blanket soft and smelling warmly of sunshine, and the absence of any noise around her created the perfect sleeping environment, she still couldn’t fall asleep.

"Ah!" Sophie abruptly sat up, grabbing at her hair and cursing, "Charles Seymour, that bastard, must’ve done it on purpose!"

Every time she closed her eyes, she’d see those long, strong fingers ambiguously brushing over buttons, their fingertips seemingly carrying tempting soft glows, flickering before her eyes.

Even worse was the slightly open shirt, with its taut honey-colored skin teasingly visible, layering her regret in her heart until it nearly burst through the sky.