Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Sophie Wilson glared at him, while Charles Seymour kept staring at her with those clear bright eyes.

Sophie Wilson helplessly reached out, cupped Charles Seymour’s face, and sighed, "Honey, don’t you think getting jealous of your own son is super childish?"

Charles Seymour fixed his gaze on Sophie Wilson and answered seriously, "No, I don’t."

Sophie Wilson: "..."

Fine, he wins!

"Come on, smack one right here." Sophie Wilson gave Charles Seymour a big kiss on the lips, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Happy now?"

Charles Seymour smacked his lips, and very reluctantly said, "It’s... acceptable, I guess..."

"You jerk, you’re begging for a beating!" Sophie Wilson raised her brows and "ferociously" declared, then directly tackled a certain someone and kissed him hard.

The final result was... a certain someone licked his lips in satisfaction, looked at Sophie, who was leaning against the sofa with flushed cheeks and rapid breathing, and was pondering one question—getting married in October, isn’t that a bit too late?

"Sophie..." Charles Seymour had just leaned over when his abdomen was suddenly kicked.

He looked down and saw Sophie Wilson’s fair, tender little foot warily pushing against him. The five toenails were smooth and rounded, with a faint pearly pink sheen. It looked like... it would feel really nice to touch.

Charles Seymour reached out, but that little foot instantly slipped away.

He looked up at Sophie Wilson, who had curled herself up, and sighed in his heart with regret as he explained, "I was worried you’d be cold."

Sophie Wilson tugged at the corner of her lips and looked at this deadly serious guy. "We’re in the height of summer right now."

Cold my ass!

"You don’t have anything else, right? If not, I’m taking my nap!" Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at him. She’d finally figured it out: ever since she reunited with her son, this guy’s mental age had gone straight downhill—he’s not even as mature as their little treasure.

"Oh." Charles Seymour got up and left, choosing not to disturb Sophie Wilson’s nap time.

So he really didn’t have anything to do!

Sophie Wilson pressed a hand to her forehead.

She tried hard to recall whether her rebirth had caused some unspeakable change in the space–time continuum that led to this drastic personality shift in him.

So annoying!

Sophie Wilson yanked over the air‑conditioner blanket, flopped straight onto the bed, and decided not to think about it.

Maybe it’ll be better after the wedding.

On this side, Sophie Wilson had already brought their little treasure back home, and the whole family was living happily ever after.

Over at the hospital, things were also progressing in an orderly fashion, and they’d recruited quite a few professionals.

The development of a hospital can’t rely solely on medical staff; you also need dedicated management and other specialized personnel.

Thankfully, the terms Sophie Wilson offered were good enough, and the vetting was thorough, so recruitment went extremely smoothly.

In fact, over these past few months, everything had been progressing quite smoothly.

Of course, for Charles Seymour, his top priority was keeping an eye on the wedding arrangements.

Everything was going extremely smoothly for Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour; their days were very comfortable and cozy. It was just that... some people weren’t happy about it.

For example, Ethan Seymour of Seymour Corporation, who was currently finding Julian Campbell increasingly unpleasant to look at.

"Julian, Seymour Corporation isn’t the same as Peace Group. That set of tricks you learned over there might not work here." Ethan Seymour said in a mocking, passive‑aggressive tone.

Why did Julian Campbell get handed a manager position the moment he arrived?

When James first entered the company, he started from the very bottom.

His dad’s favoritism was seriously over the top, wasn’t it?

Ethan Seymour purposely playing the contrarian like this didn’t surprise Old Mr. Seymour in the slightest.