In a past life, why couldn't he just talk properly, explain things clearly? Wasn't it better to talk things through?
Fortunately, she's lucky enough to start over, otherwise... hmph hmph.
Actually, when she died of old age in her previous life, she'd already planned it out. Once in the Netherworld, she was determined to chase him down and give him a good beating.
Don't ask how she knew that this jerk, who died decades before her, would still be waiting for her in the Underworld. Anyway, she just knew, he would definitely wait for her!
Thinking of this, Sophie Wilson angrily reached out and pinched Charles Seymour's arm to vent her frustration.
Then... pinched, but didn't budge.
What's so great about having muscles?
Sophie Wilson glared fiercely at Charles Seymour. Usually, his muscles weren't obvious, so why were they so hard to pinch now?
Annoying!
Faced with Sophie's accusing small eyes, Charles Seymour was a bit amused, then leaned his face closer.
