Flirting, how could she possibly lose?
Sophie Wilson took a deep breath in secret, determined to flirt back.
"We really are in sync, this is what they call 'husband leads, wife follows,' right?" Sophie said, raising her eyebrow in feigned calmness.
After all, flirting was something she had zero experience with, not in this life, or the last.
All she could do was crudely imitate.
Charles Seymour gave a deep look at Sophie Wilson, his profound gaze unsettling her heart.
"Yeah." Charles said lightly, and Sophie almost smacked him with the slice of bread in her hand.
What's with that "yeahness"?
Is being good at flirting so amazing?
Is being calmer than her so impressive?
Humph!
Sophie turned around, angrily biting into her slice of bread, imagining it was someone, biting hard, harder, hardest!
She chomped and chomped!
Watching Sophie puff up like an angry little squirrel, cheeks bulging as she stuffed food into her mouth, his eyes filled with an uncontainable affection.
