After she spoke, she pulled Charles Seymour to the side to wash his hands.
At that moment, Charles was like a child needing care, obediently stretching out his slender, well-defined hands, holding them there as Sophie Wilson earnestly lathered them with soap, creating suds, and carefully cleaned them before rinsing them off.
Sophie took a tissue from nearby, dried his hands, and then with satisfaction, led him to the dining table. "Here, now you can eat."
After Sophie spoke, Charles simply opened his mouth wide: "Ah..."
The driver stumbled, reaching out to steady himself against the wall, shaking his head vigorously. He must be hallucinating.
Had his boss been possessed by something unclean?
Sophie, on the other hand, didn't feel there was anything wrong. She picked up a fork, pierced a piece of cake, and put it into Charles's mouth, looking at him hopefully and asking, "Is it delicious?"
Charles seriously chewed and savored the taste, then nodded heavily, "It's so delicious!"
