The strong fingers threading through her wet hair were so gentle, moving lightly, as if afraid of tugging her.
The hairdryer blew out warm air, not only removing the coolness from her wet hair but also leaving her heart feeling warm.
Instinctively leaning back, resting in someone's embrace, sensing a moment of stiffness from the person behind, Sophie Wilson couldn't help but secretly chuckle to herself.
"Was it you who got Joshua Wright's affairs online?" Sophie Wilson closed her eyes, enjoying Charles Seymour's care, lazily asking in a voice akin to a kitten sunbathing.
"Mm." Charles Seymour responded simply, acknowledging it.
"What made you think of dealing with Joshua Wright?" Sophie Wilson curiously inquired, for she knew Charles Seymour wasn't one to meddle in other people's business.
Charles Seymour grunted, clearly unwilling to explain.
However, Sophie Wilson wasn't about to let him off the hook.
