"Why bring her up?" Charles Seymour asked, puzzled.
"Someone tried to cause trouble at the jewelry store today, and she helped sort it out. Then, everyone was chatting..." Sophie Wilson's meaningful gaze lingered on Charles Seymour for a moment, "about you."
Indeed, for half an hour, Chloe White had been talking to her about Charles Seymour.
No need for a woman's intuition; if she still couldn't tell Chloe White was interested in Charles Seymour, she'd be a real idiot.
"Me?" Charles Seymour frowned, trying hard to think about something.
Sophie Wilson propped her arms on the table, crunching on fried fish as she looked at Charles Seymour, hoping to learn something about Chloe White from him.
It was her first time encountering a romantic rival, and her heart was... a little excited.
