Charles Seymour's slender fingers slowly curled up, seeming to suppress some intense emotion, tightly clenched into a fist, veins bulging.
He suddenly lifted his arm high and let it fall heavily, but just as it was about to hit the door panel, he abruptly pulled back the force, stopping dangerously half a centimeter away from the door, without making a sound.
However, it could be seen from the subtle changes in the tight muscle on his face that he was gritting his teeth, and very heavily.
He had suffered all his life because of her!
And yet he could do nothing about her.
The door opened, and Sophie Wilson was startled by the person standing at the door: "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"
Charles Seymour looked deeply at Sophie Wilson, turned around, and returned to his room with a chill all over him.
Sophie Wilson scratched her head, blinked a couple of times, wondering what was wrong with him now?
