After the press conference, Freya and Candy returned to the dressing room.

Walking to the door of the dressing room, Candy suddenly stopped, and Freya looked back at her in confusion. "Didn't you say that you need to discuss work issues with me? Go in."

"I suddenly remembered one more thing, you go first."

After speaking, Candy turned and left, not giving Freya the chance to ask her what was happening. Freya opened the door in depression. The first thing she saw was a familiar figure.

She understood instantly, Candy was not busy at all, she just didn't want to be the third wheel!

Freya closed the door of the dressing room with her hand. She couldn't hide the smile on the corner of her lips. She then threw herself to Chris and asked, "Why are you here?"

Chris picked up a bunch of red roses and handed them to Freya. "It's your comeback press conference, how could I not come?"

Red roses, Freya loved that tacky romancing.

She took the flowers and kissed Chris's cheek hard, leaving a lip print on his face with gusto.

For the press conference, Freya specially dressed up for the day, with a big red dress that looked like fire, along with her slightly thick makeup, and her outlined perfect figure. Her whole person looked exotic.

The events of the annual meeting overwhelmed Chris. Freya didn't have much extra time for preparing for her comeback. In the past few days, they did not meet. They just talked on the phone before going to bed.

Just then, Freya just stumbled into Chris, and with such an initiative, it was difficult to not evoke Chris's longing.

Chris's long fingers gently stroked Freya's lips, and there was something in his eyes, which gradually deepened.

Freya was motionless and did not hide her obsession. When Chris lowered his head, she greeted him, and kissed him on the lips.

She always gave Chris strong surprises. Chris pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeper and deeper; the strength on his hands was more and more powerful. It seemed that he wanted to embed her in his body, and never let her go.

Until Freya was almost out of breath, Chris let go of her.

There was a bright smile in her beautiful eyes. She looked at Chris seriously and said, "Chris!"

Chris wondered what Freya was going to do, and looked at her leisurely. "Yes."

"I love you ~"

It was not the first time that Chris had been confessed to, but it was the first time for it to happen that way.

But wasn't that the case for Freya? She never hid her feelings; she would always tell you if she loved you, or whether she didn't like you. It was true when she didn't like someone, and she had no reservations if she really loved someone. She never thought about who did more in a relationship, nor whoever fell in love first.

She only had one condition,"you must love me as well.

She was so stupid, but Chris felt even more soft-hearted.

When she met him, Freya was only a teenager and she had not graduated from high school. Although she had been popular in school, in the eyes of him who had just started to work hard, Freya was simply an impulsive girl. There seemed to be no possibility between them at all.

Who would have thought that after so many years, he would fall into Freya's hands. And he felt grateful, for her persistence and being unveiled.

Chris held Freya in his arms. "I love you too."

"What a coincidence!" Freya asked deliberately, "Will you still love others?"

"Never." Chris held Freya's hand and pressed it to his heart. He said, "You have filled this place."

Freya couldn't help laughing.

She knew it was silly in Chris's eyes to laugh like that, but she couldn't help but be happy.

The entire dressing room seemed to be saturated by a sweet taste.

Just then, someone knocked on the door twice, and Candy's voice came, "Freya, it's time to go."

Chris looked at the time and released Freya. "Go, I'm also going back to the company."

"Wait a minute!" Freya stopped Chris and said, "One more thing, youre not allowed to watch my interview today!"

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"No whys, you just can't watch it!" Freya threatened and tried to make him happy, "If you obediently listen to me, you can come and pick me up from work. I will go with you."

"... While you were being interviewed, I remained in the dressing room the whole time," Chris said.

"You came here so early?" Freya felt incredible. "What were you doing in the dressing room?"

Chris said unhurriedly, "Watch your interview live."

"Boom-"

Freya felt like she was struck by lightning-Chris saw it the first time!!!

She backed up two steps. "Then I will stay away from you, Ive told the media that you still disdain me, and if someone sees us like this, I will be commented."

"..." Chris did not expect that he would smash his own foot after lifting a stone.

Looking at Chris's depressed expression, Freya was in a good mood. She picked up the roses he sent and threw him a kiss, then flashed out of the dressing room.

Chris got up slowly, and showed a slight smile on his lips.

Since Freya was happy, then he would just let her be happy for a few more days.

......

Jack parked the car by the entrance of the hotel and waited for Chris. When she saw him, he got out and opened the door for him. "Boss Scott, company?"

Chris answered, and sent a message to Freya after he had gotten on the car,"Wait for me at the company after you finish, I will pick you up.

At 5 pm, Chris got off work on time.

It was normal for people like him and Brian to work overtime every day after six o'clock, because there were too many things, no matter how efficient they were. They also needed to spend more time on work than ordinary people.

But Chris got off work on time almost every day in the previous two weeks, and the secretaries were inured to it.

Chris did not take the driver's car, but drove himself to Lambert Group Media Co. and sent a message to Freya. She said she would get down immediately.

After a while, he really saw Freya leaping out; her bag swayed by her arm, the wind raised her short hair and clothes. Even if it wasnt on the runway, her vitality could still infect people, letting her shine.

Freya opened the door and got into the car. "Go!"

Chris prepared to start the car. He asked, "Is there a reporter?"

Freya rubbed her cold hands. "I don't know, but better be careful. I don't want to be photographed with you at all now."

Chris retracted his hand and looked at Freya dangerously.

Freya then realized that she had said something wrong. She tried to get away with it, but saw that Chris's expression was getting more and more serious.

Well, this man could accept any joke, but for jokes like I didn't want to be with you, his tolerance is almost zero.

Freya approached and kissed his face. "I was wrong. I like to be with you the most. Let's go, shall we?"

The haze on Chris's face had finally dissipated and he started the car. The black car quickly merged into the traffic flow during the rush hour.

After more than ten minutes, Freya realized that Chris was not on his way back to his apartment, and she didn't ask where Chris would take her. Instead, she was anticipating what it would be.

After another half an hour, the car stopped in front of a small French-style building. Freya got out of the car and found that a line in French was carved in anticorrosive wood by the door, which was hung under a black iron wall lamp.

She looked at the French text, and the translation was: Levin Studio.

Levin, a well-known independent fashion designer in France, had his own clothing production workshop and a large number of loyal fans. Among those fans, there were many Hollywood stars.

Freya also liked his designs very much, because he always designed the clothes to be fashionable and elegant, and had the highest requirements for workmanship. The clothes from the Levin Handicraft Workshop were pieces of fine quality.

Talented people were usually weird, so was that Levin. He could design fashion clothes but not easily dress himself.

Because the first dress he designed was worn by his wife, dresses had become sacred to him, and he only designed them for those he liked.

Freya asked curiously, "Chris, what are you bringing me here for?"

Before Chris answered, the door of the house was pushed open, and a young elegant girl made a "Please" gesture. "Mr. Scott, Miss Freya, please come in, Mr. Levin is already waiting for you."

Freya was secretly shocked.

That was just a studio where Levin had set up in the country for domestic guests' convenience to have custom clothes. He was basically in Paris, but the girl just said that Mr. Levin was waiting for them, which meant... Chris invited Levin to be there?

Chris took Freya's hand and walked into the studio. A man wearing an elegant three-piece plaid suit approached them. He first called his Chinese name, then followed by the pleasant French, "It's been a long time."

Chris shook hands with Levin and introduced Freya to him, "My girlfriend, Freya."

His French was very good. It was almost the same as Levins, a native Frenchman. Freya was a little surprised and unwilling, since she had studied French for several years, but she only stopped at the level of communicating with local people. She could not speak it in such a pleasant and authentic way like Chris did.

Levin kissed Freya's fingers back very gently, "I'm glad to meet you, and I'm also happy to design a dress for you."

"What?" Freya was surprised, suspecting that she had heard the second sentence wrong.

"Chris didn't tell you?" Levin smiled. "He asked me to design a dress for you."

"But arent you...?" Freya looked surprised and shook her head. "I can't believe it."

"Yes, I only design dresses for my wife in my lifetime." Levin gave a profound look at Chris, "but Chris told me that you like my designs very much, and he loves you. I have seen the video of you walking on the runway, which is very similar to my wife when she was young. So I decided to meet you in city A and design a dress for you."

Freya could hardly restrain her ecstasy. The dress, designed by Levin, was something which she thought that in their lives, there would be no one who could wear it, except his wife.

But she became that one!

"Thank you, Mr. Levin." Freya could say it 10,000 times.

Levin smiled, straightened his palm and pointed at Chris. "The person you should be more grateful to is Chris; I was moved by his sincerity."