Charles Seymour raised his head from behind the computer, looking at her dotingly yet helplessly. Since when was she not allowed into his study?
Sophie Wilson saw the look in Charles Seymour's eyes, her smile growing even brighter as she walked in, leaning an arm on his desk, resting her head on it, and asked, "I have an invitation to a wine party, and I can bring a date. Do you want to go?"
"Hmm, of course, that party shouldn't be too..."
"I'm going!" Charles Seymour didn't even wait for Sophie to finish, responding with decisive briskness.
Sophie Wilson pursed her lips, chuckling, "Alright then, make sure to arrange your schedule in advance."
"Okay." Charles nodded.
"Alright, I won't disturb your work anymore. I'll go get prepared for the dress." Sophie Wilson had just spoken when Charles chimed in, "I'll prepare."
Sophie blinked and smiled, "Okay, I'll leave it all to you."
