Charles Seymour reached out his hand, and his driver, who had been following him, immediately handed over a water bottle.
Charles Seymour carefully unscrewed it and handed it to Sophie Wilson.
While Sophie Wilson drank the water, he took out a tissue.
Once Sophie Wilson finished drinking, his tissue was just right in her hand. The two didn't need to say much; they had an extraordinary rapport.
That kind of rapport was enough to illustrate the nature of their relationship.
It was precisely the knowledge of this that made James Reed's heart feel like it was being nibbled by ants, with a burning pain.
His heart was already twisted beyond recognition by jealousy, yet James Reed still maintained a gentle and fitting smile: "Brother, you still don't want to talk to me?"
James Reed was somewhat despondent, with a naturally fair and pleasant appearance, and when his forlorn expression came out, it swayed the scales in quite a few people's hearts towards him.
