Then, tonight's dinner was delayed more than usual.
Sitting at the dining table, Sophie's cheeks were still tinged with a shy blush, and then she glared fiercely at Charles and huffed, turning her face away.
Charles happily picked up some food and brought it to Sophie's mouth, saying, "You fed me cake earlier, now I'm feeding you dinner."
Sophie glared at him angrily, this bastard!
Are the reasons for these two events the same?
When she fed him cake, it was a sweet interaction between the two of them. When he fed her dinner, it was because her hands were tired, alright?
Shameless guy!
"Mr. Seymour, haven't you noticed that your skin's getting thicker recently?" Sophie raised an eyebrow and asked.
Charles nodded, knowing that thick skin brings rewards. Compared to Sophie, who cares about thick skin.
However, Charles was wise enough to know that he should never say this out loud.
