Chapter 8 - 008: Temper Getting Bigger
Sophie Wilson’s cheeks blushed slightly. In the entire world, is Charles Seymour the only one who can make sweet talk sound so terrifying?
What exactly in his brain is wired wrong?
Suppressing the flutter in her heart, Sophie Wilson helplessly muttered to herself.
"Alright." Sophie Wilson opened her hands nonchalantly, "Then our deal is done, I need to get to work."
Charles Seymour nodded and turned to go upstairs.
Sophie Wilson wasn’t bothered at all by his moody, sulky attitude; she’d experienced it in her past life. She turned around indifferently, changed her shoes, and left to catch the subway.
Just as she reached the subway station, her phone suddenly rang. Seeing the familiar string of numbers, Sophie Wilson answered with confusion, "Hello?"
The repressed anger blasted out from the other side, almost blowing Sophie Wilson into pieces, "Where are you?"
"At the subway station." Sophie Wilson blankly held the phone up to her eyes, checking it. What’s gotten into him again?