Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Don’t Want It
"Charles." Sophie Wilson immediately hid behind Charles Seymour, her demeanor like a gentle bird, warming Charles’s heart with a cozy flow of warmth.
She trusted him so much.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." the middle-aged man cried out repeatedly, drawing curious looks from passersby.
"Charles, he’s harassing me!" Sophie Wilson shouted, making the confused onlookers suddenly understand.
Oh, so he was harassing someone else’s girlfriend, no wonder they’re not intervening.
Such a person deserves a lesson.
"No, no, it’s a misunderstanding." The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, "I really... shall we move to the side to talk?"
Charles Seymour didn’t let go, instead, he turned his head, silently seeking Sophie Wilson’s opinion.
Sophie Wilson glanced at the pitiful middle-aged man looking at her, then softly discussed with Charles Seymour: "Why not listen to what he has to say? He... doesn’t seem entirely like a bad person."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man cried out in grievance: "What do you mean ’doesn’t seem entirely like a bad person’? I’m a good person! A good person!"
Sophie’s thoughtful discussion with him made Charles Seymour feel extremely comfortable inside.
He relaxed his grip slightly on the middle-aged man but remained vigilant.
The three of them went to a corner of the mall where no one was around. The middle-aged man quickly searched his pockets and then looked at Sophie Wilson with a forlorn face saying: "I didn’t bring my business card."
"No problem, those things can be printed at roadside stores randomly." Sophie Wilson waved her hand indifferently, dismissing the notion that anything with a title could be printed if you paid. What’s the use?
"Miss, you still don’t trust me." The middle-aged man chuckled bitterly, honestly not expecting that someone usually so sought after would one day be so distrusted, "How about I find someone to prove my identity, would that be okay?"
"Mm, not necessary." Sophie Wilson waved her hand, saying to the middle-aged man, "I’m not interested in acting..."
"No, no, you’re truly suitable!" The middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly, "Don’t you want to be the center of attention, cherished by countless fans?"
"Every day with beautiful clothes, always having the most stylish looks, and plenty of lovely jewelry..."
To persuade Sophie Wilson, the middle-aged man gave it his all, listing various benefits that could potentially attract Sophie.
He didn’t believe she wouldn’t be tempted!
"I’m not interested." Sophie Wilson spread her hands and responded without a trace of hesitation.
The middle-aged man’s jaw nearly dropped: "Why wouldn’t you be interested?"
"Why should I need to be liked by so many people? As long as my boyfriend likes me, that’s enough." Sophie Wilson’s off-the-cuff remark brought a strong sense of joy to Charles Seymour’s eyes, like sticky honey piling up layer by layer.
Reaching out, a tiny finger subtly hooked onto Sophie Wilson’s.
Then Sophie Wilson’s response was to immediately hold his large hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
The warm touch in her palm unconsciously made the corners of Charles Seymour’s lips curve upward, filling him with comforting warmth inside.
Apparently, this middle-aged man also seemed to be a good person.
If not for him, he wouldn’t have heard Sophie’s declaration.
Charles Seymour generously decided in his heart to forgive the middle-aged man for previously mentioning liking Sophie.
His Sophie is so wonderful, of course, many people would like her.
However, it doesn’t matter if they like her or not, as Sophie said she only needs him to like her and that’s enough.