Deep frustration and regret intertwined within, Charles Seymour’s face was as solemn as water, and he was completely enveloped by dark clouds.
He was in the center of a black hole, ready to devour all the light around him.
Sophie Wilson looked down, glanced at the caller ID, and then, with one hand, pressed the back of Charles Seymour’s neck, gently lowering his head.
Charles Seymour was depressed to death, yet instinctively conford to Sophie Wilson’s strength and lowered his head, cooperating with her without questioning the reason.
Sophie Wilson stood on tiptoe, and Charles Seymour’s thin lips ward.
After giving Charles Seymour a peck, Sophie Wilson let go and answered the phone, "Hello..."
Charles Seymour’s slender fingers lifted, and the rounded fingertips touched his slightly warm lips. A smile spread from the corners of his lips, dispersing the surrounding gloom with a thick sense of happiness and joy. Instantly, the clouds retreated, and the sky beca clear.
"Hmm, okay. Yes, I’ll arrange it." Sophie Wilson concluded the call with just a few words, turned her head, and was about to say sothing to Charles Seymour, but his silly smile surprised her into silence.
The words on the tip of her tongue transford into a silent, warm smile, and Sophie Wilson secretly smiled while biting her lip.
In the previous life, besides seeing him with a dark face and furrowed brows, when had she ever seen him so relaxed, even with a bit of silly smile?
It’s wonderful to live another life.
"What’s wrong?" Noticing Sophie Wilson’s gaze, Charles Seymour imdiately suppressed his smile and asked seriously.
If only he could erase the smile from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, then his icy deanor would be quite successful.
You’re really quite bashful, Mr. Seymour!
Sophie Wilson was too exhausted to poke fun at a certain soone.
"Aunt Taylor called; she agreed to do the test." Sophie Wilson’s words made Charles Seymour pause, then he nodded, "I’ll make arrangents."
He didn’t want others to know about this test, especially Ophelia Wilson.
He always felt that Ophelia Wilson knew the whole story, but he hadn’t yet investigated the reasons why this happened back then.
If it’s just a simple child switch, he wouldn’t be worried; he was just afraid there was so kind of conspiracy.
Sophie Wilson nodded, trusting him completely to handle things.
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"Mason, thank you." In the car, Clarissa Taylor looked at her husband with deep affection in her eyes.
Mason Wilson smiled as he drove, "We are husband and wife, why say thank you?"
"It’s good to do a test; no matter what, it will give peace of mind once it’s done." Mason Wilson had been conflicted for a few days before agreeing.
To him, there seed to be a few small issues between his wife and daughter, but it’s not to the extent that they aren’t biological.
His daughter might have been working hard in the entertainnt industry from an early age, accustod to being versatile, while his wife’s loftiness naturally doesn’t sit well with her.
With two people living in different lifestyles together, there are naturally so misunderstandings.
Doing a test, just do it, it can also reassure his wife.
"Did they arrange the place?" Mason Wilson asked.
"Sophie said her boyfriend would contact a place." Clarissa Taylor casually replied without thinking much.
However, as a businessman, Mason Wilson naturally considered more than Clarissa Taylor.
Sophie Wilson proposed doing a paternity test and was arranging the place.
Is the resulting paternity test really authoritative?
Mason Wilson did not voice this concern to his wife but planned to observe carefully once they got there.
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