Sophie is clever; she couldn't possibly not be suspicious.
The last time she swiftly saved Clarissa, it was enough to make her suspicious. Plus, this time there's no need for a stunt double...any normal person would find something amiss.
"Yes," Sophie Wilson's response was within Charles Seymour's expectations. Thinking about it didn't mean he wasn't nervous.
It's just that he controlled his facial expressions very well, not showing a hint of panic, looking at Sophie Wilson very calmly.
Sophie Wilson bit her lip in embarrassment, lowered her eyes, and twisted the edge of the pillow with her fingers, seemingly struggling internally.
The moment Charles Seymour saw Sophie Wilson like this, his earlier anxiety was long gone. Whatever she wanted to know, she could just ask, and he would definitely tell her.
All the tension was replaced by deep heartache, his heart like a towel being wrung fiercely, so pained it made him tremble.
He simply couldn't stand seeing her troubled.
