CHAPTER 462: CHAPTER 462 NERVOUS

Clarissa glanced at Mason Wilson, who was playing dead on the sofa, and playfully patted his back: "Get up quickly, change your clothes and eat."

"I’m not eating, I’m already full from all the dog food." Mason Wilson could browse the internet too, don’t be fooled by the fact he’s in his fifties; he’s not out of touch!

Clarissa burst out laughing and dragged him upstairs.

Two people already past fifty were still laughing and joking around; such carefree times were never had within the Wilson Clan.

They both understood it was because they had left the Wilson Clan that they were completely relaxed.

Now staying with their daughter and son-in-law, they really had no worries to feel this free.

Since leaving the Wilson Clan, life has become much easier.

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"Come eat." Charles Seymour stood at Sophie Wilson’s bedroom door and said as he looked at Sophie lying in front of the computer.

"Just one more look," Sophie replied without turning her head.

It was always others waiting for Charles Seymour, when had anyone ever dared to keep him waiting?

But, since it was Sophie who was speaking, Charles Seymour obediently waited at the door.

However, after waiting for two seconds, Charles Seymour stepped inside, stood behind Sophie, bent down, and wrapped her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, taking a deep breath and catching that faint fragrance... Ah, it felt so good.

While looking at the apology letter on the computer screen, Sophie Wilson raised a hand and patted Charles’s head, cooing him.

Charles Seymour: "..."

Why did it feel like Sophie was patting a dog?

The depressing thought flashed by, and Charles continued to hug Sophie without the slightest burden, thinking no matter what she was patting, as long as he had her in his arms, that was proper.

"Come on, time to eat." After finishing the apology letter, Sophie Wilson didn’t bother with the online comments and patted the certain someone behind her, telling him to get up.

Otherwise, with him pressing down on her, she couldn’t stand up.

With a swift motion, Charles Seymour scooped Sophie Wilson directly into his arms.

Sophie Wilson shrieked in surprise, and realizing what had happened, she reached out and gently slapped Charles’s shoulder, playfully chiding, "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you," Charles stated matter-of-factly.

The feeling of holding her just now was so good that he didn’t want to let go, but he didn’t want to delay Sophie’s meal either, so there was only one way to solve this—carry Sophie downstairs to eat.

Sophie Wilson really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, this guy... she genuinely had to hand it to him.

Downstairs, there was the housekeeper and Uncle Warren.

Uncle Warren and the housekeeper were already accustomed to seeing these two being lovey-dovey, anyway, the closer the relationship between the sir and the miss, the happier he was.

Sophie Wilson didn’t feel awkward at all, with her own man, carrying her is just carrying her, what’s there to be shy about?

As they sat down to eat, Sophie Wilson asked, "Did your grandpa call or say anything?"

Ever since the incident with Emerie Wilson, the Wilson Clan’s business had been affected, which indirectly affected the Seymour Family, right?

The Seymour Family was in a critical partnership phase with Peace Group; they didn’t want to see any fluctuations. After all, who knew whether it might affect the collaboration?

"Yes." Charles Seymour nodded.

Sophie Wilson looked up nervously at Charles Seymour.

She knew Old Mr. Seymour was fond of his grandson, Charles Seymour, but concerning the entire Seymour Family’s interests, it would be normal if Charles had to make some concessions.

"My grandpa said..." Charles Seymour’s slow words made Sophie Wilson sit up straight and stare at him intently; he enjoyed being taken seriously by Sophie like this, but how could he let Sophie worry for so long?