Sophie Wilson laughed out loud and gave him a sidelong glance, "Are you dumb? Who else would I marry?"
"You…you…you…" Jacob Smith felt like he couldn't speak anymore, despite years of language studies, all the language rules seemed to have disappeared from his mind, making it impossible to string together a complete sentence.
"Welcome to my wedding with Sophie." Charles Seymour spoke, stabbing Jacob Smith right in the heart.
Quick, ruthless, and precise, definitely a clean stab going in white and coming out red, with no mercy.
Jacob Smith: "..."
He wondered how Charles Seymour would agree to his request so easily, inviting Sophie to come and dine. Turned out he was waiting for him here.
Shameless!
Despicable!
Scoundrel!
Arghh!!!
How could there be such a bastard like Charles Seymour in this world?
Jacob Smith was going crazy, overwhelmed!
"Be sure to come," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
"Sophie, have you really not considered me?" Jacob Smith asked pitifully.
