Old Mr. Seymour accepted fate, while over there, Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour also flew down south and checked into a hotel.
"There are quite a lot of people." Sophie Wilson washed up, changed clothes, and lay on the bed, staring at Charles Seymour, who had just finished showering and emerged.
Her gaze seemed almost tangible as she slowly admired her husband's good physique.
Hmm, no matter how many times I see it, I never get tired.
Look at those pecs, those abs, that V-line, that...
"Oh my, what are you doing in broad daylight?" Sophie Wilson suddenly bounced up from the bed, frowned, and questioned.
"Getting dressed." Charles Seymour casually lifted his straight long legs and got dressed.
Sophie Wilson stared at him speechlessly, "Darling, why didn't you take a change of clothes in?"
Coming out wrapped in just a towel and getting dressed right in front of her, haha... Don't think she doesn't know what he means.
