Sophie Wilson pushed the door open and was shocked by the overwhelming pink atmosphere—did she enter the wrong room?
Is this someone's wedding anniversary celebration? But, it's quite romantic.
"Sorry, I entered the wrong room." Sophie hastily apologized without even getting a clear look at the people inside.
This kind of celebratory atmosphere shouldn't be ruined because of her.
Charles Seymour, who was holding a ring in his hand, hadn't even taken a step, and his whole body froze in place.
How did she think she walked into the wrong room?
Watching Sophie about to close the door without hesitation, Charles narrowed his eyes, and the tension and anxiety from just now were replaced by a surge of inexplicable anger.
He extended his hand, grabbed Sophie's wrist, pulled her into his arms, and pinned her directly against the wall.
Sophie, who was about to leave, got ambushed. Can she tolerate this?
