"Little girl, it's time for us to eat," Charles Seymour chuckled, giving someone a pat, "Go wash your hands for dinner."
These words thoroughly extinguished the little flame that had flared up in Sophie Wilson's heart.
With a huff, Sophie slipped off his back. Not content to just leave, she looped around to stand in front of Charles, stood on tiptoes, and gave him a peck on the lips before turning to run back to her room, satisfied.
Charles touched his lips, a doting smile nearly escaping his eyes.
That little rascal!
He restrained himself every day, yet she just had to tease him.
When she's all healthy, just see how he'll... hmm...
Charles's gaze darkened, as if a black, fierce flame was burning thickly.
The notes Sophie gave him were indeed useful; the treatment progress was quite smooth, lifting a significant weight off his chest. As long as it continued like this, she would surely get better.
Sophie returned to her room and suddenly stopped, her face blazing hot.
