Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: Not That Important Anymore
Clarissa turned her head, staring blankly at Mason Wilson.
Her soul-dead expression was enough to scare Mason Wilson to death: "Clarissa?"
Mason Wilson noticed Clarissa’s odd reaction and quickly took the phone from her hand: "Sophie, are you okay?"
"I’m fine?" Sophie Wilson asked strangely from the other end of the line, "Dad, what’s up?"
Why ask her such a question all of a sudden?
"Your mom took your call and completely froze. I was worried something happened on your end." Mason Wilson heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing everything was fine with Sophie.
"Oh, nothing’s wrong here," Sophie Wilson sighed lightly, "Dad, are you sitting or standing right now?"
"Standing. Why?" Mason thought his wife was acting strange today, as was his daughter.
"Then you’d better sit down. I’ll give you some news that will explain why my mom is acting this way." Sophie said.
"Oh." Mason Wilson really listened to Sophie this time and sat down, "I’m seated. Go ahead."
"It’s actually no big deal. I just wanted to ask, Dad, did you know my uncle is an engineer?" Sophie asked lightheartedly.
"I didn’t...What?" Mason’s voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"The news just aired on the national channel, you can check online for a replay. Or the easiest way is to ask Uncle himself," Sophie kindly suggested.
After finishing, Sophie hung up the phone, then laughed in Charles Seymour’s arms, "Oh my! My parents must be scared silly. Wahaha... My reaction is the best, I have the strongest mental resilience, I could even remain so calm in front of Hayley Cole and James Reed just now."
"Am I awesome?" Sophie looked up and asked Charles Seymour.
Charles Seymour looked down at the sparkling eyes that seemed like they contained a falling starry sky, he was drowning in this star sea and answered softly, "Awesome."
He didn’t just affirm Sophie’s question, he would give her his life without hesitation just so she could be happy and often show such a smile.
"My Mr. Seymour sure has sweet lips," Sophie reached out, pinched Charles Seymour’s cheek, and laughed, "What can I do? I like my Mr. Seymour so much... Hmm, smooch!"
Sophie happily planted a big kiss on Charles Seymour’s lips, then sat up straight to eat her ice cream cone.
Crunch, after just one bite, Sophie inexplicably glanced at Charles Seymour.
Was it her imagination?
Why did she suddenly feel a resentful grievance?
Charles Seymour, fastening his seatbelt, noticed Sophie’s gaze and looked at her curiously, silently questioning.
"Nothing, nothing." Sophie waved her hands repeatedly, um, she felt wrong, "The cone is really delicious."
Looking at Charles Seymour enjoying his ice cream cone, what could he do?
Having been flirted with by his wife and not wanting to interrupt her joyful mood of eating, Charles Seymour silently helped Sophie fasten her seatbelt and drove home.
"It’s especially delicious." When they arrived home, Sophie held the cone up to Charles Seymour’s mouth.
Charles Seymour ate the cone Sophie specially saved for him, thinking of Sophie’s foodie nature, and yes, it seemed that the little bit of frustration earlier wasn’t all that important anymore.
