Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248: Breakdown

Sophie Wilson laughed out loud and gave him a sidelong glance, "Are you dumb? Who else would I marry?"

"You...you...you..." Jacob Smith felt like he couldn’t speak anymore, despite years of language studies, all the language rules seemed to have disappeared from his mind, making it impossible to string together a complete sentence.

"Welcome to my wedding with Sophie." Charles Seymour spoke, stabbing Jacob Smith right in the heart.

Quick, ruthless, and precise, definitely a clean stab going in white and coming out red, with no mercy.

Jacob Smith: "..."

He wondered how Charles Seymour would agree to his request so easily, inviting Sophie to come and dine. Turned out he was waiting for him here.

Shameless!

Despicable!

Scoundrel!

Arghh!!!

How could there be such a bastard like Charles Seymour in this world?

Jacob Smith was going crazy, overwhelmed!

"Be sure to come," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.

"Sophie, have you really not considered me?" Jacob Smith asked pitifully.

"Come on, it’s not like what you feel for me is love, don’t be stubborn." Sophie Wilson shot Jacob a glances, breaking his illusion.

"Sophie, I’m serious about you." Jacob Smith continued to persist.

Sophie Wilson shook her head with amusement, "You’re just infatuated for a while."

"Whoever you marry, why does it have to be Charles Seymour? What’s so good about him?" Jacob Smith muttered unwillingly.

Sophie Wilson picked up a napkin from the table and tossed it directly, "Looking for trouble? This is the man I love, how is he not good?"

Daring to say that about Mr. Seymour in her face, asking for trouble?

"You only know how to protect him," Jacob Smith said aggrievedly, "We’ve been through life and death together, remember?"

"You need to grow up," Sophie Wilson said with a laugh, looking at Jacob Smith as if he was still the same as the time he almost died in danger, his mental age shrinking at the sight of her.

Jacob Smith sighed heavily, then raised his glass and said to Charles Seymour, "You better treat Sophie well, or I’ll steal her away!"

"You won’t have the chance." Charles Seymour raised his glass, the two locked eyes, sparks flying.

Sophie Wilson shivered involuntarily, these two...they’re really...

She was done with them.

Why do men have to be so childish sometimes?

The two men both drained their glasses, and Jacob Smith smiled as he refilled his glass, saying, "Sophie, be happy!"

"We’ll all be happy," Sophie Wilson said with a smile, lifting the juice and taking a sip.

Jacob Smith laughed, and the atmosphere instantly improved.

Meanwhile, Mason Wilson and Clarissa Taylor had as planned arrived at the Seymour Family’s old residence as guests.

Although Clarissa and Mason were of a different generation than Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour, they genuinely cherished Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour, having pleasant discussions about the wedding matters.

"Look, these are the dates Charles chose. I specifically had a master calculate them, perfect dates for a lifelong marriage of happiness and harmony," Old Mrs. Seymour said with a smile, "That boy is really keen on this matter."

"Charles takes pretty good care of my Sophie," Clarissa Taylor said with a nod, admitting that even she, as the mother, often got outdone by Charles Seymour.

"Isn’t it only right? Sophie is so wonderful, who should he care for if not her? He’s a man, taking care of his wife is his duty," Old Mrs. Seymour stated boldly.

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