Jim Perry felt a bit anxious inside, but could only wait.
Then, take care of the company, wait for the boss to come back.
In the evening, Sophie Wilson took a bath, changed into pajamas, and sat on the bed, looking at Charles Seymour's serious face, she couldn't help but chuckle: "Darling, can't you relax your face a bit?"
Charles Seymour's lips twitched slightly, a chill appearing suddenly.
Sophie Wilson held her forehead: "You better not force it."
"Darling, wait for me to wake up, and then give me a loving kiss." Sophie Wilson lay down on the bed, giving Charles Seymour a playful wink.
Charles Seymour nodded solemnly, his serious demeanor as if facing the world's toughest problem.
Sophie Wilson couldn't help but smile gently, this guy.
After she lay down, Charles Seymour opened the box beside him, releasing wisps of cold air.
