Jacob Smith looked at the villa’s surroundings, full of disdain.
This kind of place to let Sophie live?
Seriously.
His family’s estate is much better, with large stretches of greenery and a lake; the environment is better than here.
"Jacob, you’re here?" Sophie Wilson came down after taking a shower and changing clothes.
The disdain in Jacob Smith’s eyes was completely replaced by excited innocence: "Sophie!"
"How did you end up here?" Sophie asked with amusement, "I’m really surprised."
"After not seeing you for so many years, I knew you were available to meet me, so of course I came immediately." Jacob’s beautiful eyes curved like crescents, "Did you miss me?"
"Of course." Sophie smiled and patted Jacob on the shoulder, "Well, you seem more mature than before, much more manly."
"Of course." Jacob puffed out his chest, smiling smugly, "I am a man of responsibility."
So, could kick Charles Seymour to the curb and follow him.
"I baked some cookies." Sophie said happily.
"You baked cookies?" Jacob quickly stood up, took the plate from the nanny’s hands, and before sitting down, he tossed one into his mouth, "It’s so delicious."
Jacob’s eyes sparkled; Sophie is truly skillful in every aspect.
"Don’t leave at noon, stay for lunch at my place, I’ll personally cook you a couple of dishes." Sophie said with a smile, "Though, I don’t know many dishes, just a little token."
"Great, great." Jacob felt he was in bliss today, having eaten cookies baked by Sophie, and later he would get to eat dishes cooked by her, it was truly blissful.
The two hadn’t seen each other for a long time, naturally their conversation was especially lively. Seeing it was already past eleven, Sophie stood up and said, "You sit here, I’ll go fry up some dishes for you, later you can try my cooking skills."
"Okay." Jacob nodded happily, the plate of cookies was already eaten clean by him, the lingering perfect taste still hovered around his lips and teeth, making him look forward all the more to the dishes Sophie was going to make.
Sophie went to the kitchen while Jacob roamed around the living room, inspecting the decorations.
He was staring at a painting on the wall when he heard the nanny’s voice, "Sir, you’re back."
"Hmm." Charles Seymour’s cool voice sounded, making Jacob turn in dissatisfaction to see Charles walking in, he raised an eyebrow, "The work at Peace Group is really leisurely, President Seymour still has time to come home for lunch."
Don’t think he doesn’t know why, this guy is just guarding against him.
"No time will also be made." Charles answered straightforwardly without a hint of politeness, clearly telling Jacob, yes, he is indeed not trusting of him!
The two locked eyes, making the nanny shrink into the corner in shock, why did she feel she saw sparks flying in the gaze between the sir and Mr. Smith?
So scary!
"Mr. Smith, have a seat." Charles slightly curled his lips and said politely.
This sentence made Jacob’s tail nearly wag to the heavens.
Charles Seymour has moments of backing down too?
"Okay." Jacob sat down proudly, "No need to be so polite, I..."
"It’s proper, you’re the guest after all." Charles’s words shattered Jacob’s good feeling into pieces.