CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 060 STINGY MAN

The strong fingers threading through her wet hair were so gentle, moving lightly, as if afraid of tugging her.

The hairdryer blew out warm air, not only removing the coolness from her wet hair but also leaving her heart feeling warm.

Instinctively leaning back, resting in someone’s embrace, sensing a moment of stiffness from the person behind, Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but secretly chuckle to herself.

"Was it you who got Joshua Wright’s affairs online?" Sophie Wilson closed her eyes, enjoying Charles Seymour’s care, lazily asking in a voice akin to a kitten sunbathing.

"Mm." Charles Seymour responded simply, acknowledging it.

"What made you think of dealing with Joshua Wright?" Sophie Wilson curiously inquired, for she knew Charles Seymour wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s business.

Charles Seymour grunted, clearly unwilling to explain.

However, Sophie Wilson wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

Sitting up, kneeling on the bed, she draped her arms over his shoulders, fingers interlacing behind his neck. Sophie Wilson gazed at him with a smile, playfully asking, "Why? Tell me, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep from curiosity."

Charles Seymour felt unsure of where to place his arms, especially when he saw her eyes seeming to sparkle like stars, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

Instinctively raising a hand, wanting to pull away Sophie Wilson’s teasing arm, which rested on his shoulder like a shackle around his neck, impeding his breath and quickening his heartbeat.

However, when his fingers touched Sophie Wilson’s slick skin, words from a love guide suddenly flashed in his mind—letting your lover know your thoughts is one of the key secrets to maintaining love.

Charles Seymour’s thin lips moved slightly; the reason... was a bit hard for him to express, but seeing Sophie Wilson’s shimmering hopeful eyes so close, speaking the words didn’t seem so difficult anymore.

"He interrupted your meal."

Saying these six words, Charles Seymour noticeably felt Sophie’s arm on his shoulder stiffen, then she laughed with curved eyebrows, leaning forward and pecking his lips before he could react: "You’re really stingy."

Charles Seymour’s just relaxed expression instantly darkened again. His brows furrowed, and his dark eyes almost materialized into two icy words—stingy?

"But I like it." Sophie Wilson said cheerfully, instantly melting away the ice, obediently sitting back to let Charles Seymour continue drying her hair.

Looking at Sophie Wilson, acting as if nothing happened, Charles Seymour’s gaze flickered slightly, why does he feel... a bit aggrieved?

Lowering his gaze, watching Sophie Wilson, in good spirits and humming a tune, the little bit of grievance in Charles Seymour’s heart was blown away by the warm air from the hairdryer.

Suddenly feeling a warmth of serenity, longing for time to stop and remain this way forever.

——

With a loud bang, a glass was smashed onto the ground, shattering.

Joshua Wright’s eyes were bloodshot, his nose huffed like a beast, with twisted features more frightening than a terrifying demon.

"Who? Who?" Joshua Wright roared viciously, pounding the table nonstop, the thudding sound echoing hauntingly in the dark night.

"Who’s there, making noise in the middle of the night?" The downstairs neighbor couldn’t help but shout.

"Get lost—" Joshua Wright shouted, so sharp it broke his voice.