Chapter 1161: Does She Really Have Such a Good Temper?
Sophie Wilson picked up a piece of cantaloupe, took a bite, her eyes lit up, and without thinking, brought it to Charles Seymour’s mouth: "It’s so sweet!"
Charles Seymour, without a second thought, opened his mouth and took a bite, nodding: "Sweet. Want a couple more?"
"Uh-huh." Sophie Wilson happily nodded repeatedly, then pointed to the mousse cake beside them, saying, "I want that!"
Charles Seymour didn’t say anything, he just picked up everything Sophie Wilson had her eyes on, looked at the already full plate, and said: "Let’s go sit over there first."
"Sure." Sophie Wilson naturally had no objections.
After Sophie Wilson sat down, she tugged on Charles Seymour’s arm and acted coyly: "I saw some fried..."
"I’ll get you some." Charles Seymour didn’t wait for Sophie Wilson to finish, he knew exactly what she meant.
"Great!" Sophie Wilson delightedly gave Charles Seymour’s arm a pat, "Go ahead!"
Charles Seymour left, and Sophie Wilson happily began eating, of course, some jealous glances from Miss White... she wasn’t bothered at all.
It’s not her who’s angry, if they want to feel angry, go ahead.
Humph, daring to eye her man, they’re asking for it!
Do they think she has no temper?
"Sophie."
Sophie Wilson looked up and stood with a smile: "Mom, Dad."
"Sit, sit." Clarissa Taylor smiled and sat down with Sophie Wilson, "Hungry?"
"No, just bored." Sophie Wilson shrugged and asked Clarissa Taylor, "Mom, do you want some?"
"Sure." Clarissa Taylor nodded with a smile.
Mason Wilson finally showed some tact and immediately spoke up: "I’ll go get you some food."
Charles Seymour, who was at the dining area, saw Mason Wilson, nodded slightly to him, but said nothing.
Mason Wilson glanced at the things in Charles Seymour’s plate, well, all the stuff his Sophie loves.
Charles Seymour, as a fiancé, was indeed doing pretty well.
"President Wilson, fancy meeting you here." Ethan Seymour walked over with a skin-deep smile, striking up a conversation with Mason Wilson.
Charles Seymour was right here, yet Ethan Seymour ignored his own son and instead greeted him. Mason Wilson didn’t even need to think to know Ethan Seymour’s intentions weren’t good.
"President Seymour." Mason Wilson gave a polite smile, waiting to see what tricks Ethan Seymour had up his sleeve.
"Has President Wilson been enjoying his time at Peace Corporation lately?" Ethan Seymour asked with a laugh, but the schadenfreude on his face was so obvious that Mason Wilson began to doubt Ethan Seymour’s intelligence.
This guy must be sick, right?
Well, if he wasn’t sick, why would he ignore such a great son like Charles Seymour and choose to acknowledge that phony James Reed?
Clearly, Ethan Seymour was not expecting an answer from Mason Wilson; he forged ahead and said: "Luckily, you left the Wilson Corporation for other opportunities, otherwise you would’ve been unlucky along with them now."
"Quite impressive, you’ve certainly benefited from your daughter’s light." Ethan Seymour said with a sigh.
The implication in those words was rather sarcastic.
Essentially, it was suggesting that Mason Wilson was only living well because he was relying on Sophie Wilson.
Because Charles Seymour was there, those who wanted to seize the opportunity to make connections "casually" strolled nearby, the tone of Ethan Seymour was neither loud nor soft, ensuring only those close by could hear, while the distant ones definitely couldn’t.
They truly regretted coming over, what were they thinking coming over here?
This was a spectacle they absolutely did not want to witness.
However, leaving abruptly now would make it seem too deliberate, and they worried they might be resented by either Mason Wilson or Charles Seymour.