Freya didn't know what exactly Chris said to Levin. When only the two of them remained, she was very interested to ask.

"Miss Freya, I hope I can talk to you more. Now it's dinner time. Shall the three of us have dinner together?" Levin asked.

Freya had read an interview about Levin. She remembered that Levin was a loyal fan of Chinese food so she pulled Chris's sleeve. She said, "Ask Jack to book a table at the Moonlit Dine, the restaurant Joanne likes the most."

Chris told Levin in French that he called to ask the assistant to make a reservation. Then, the three of them went straight to the Moonlit Dine using two cars.

When no one else was there, Chris asked Freya, "Why do we have to go to the Moonlit Dine? At noon, I had already called Jack to make a reservation at a Western Restaurant."

"How long have you known Levin?" Freya didn't answer but asked instead.

"For many years," Chris said, "Most of my clothes were made by him. Why ask this?"

"How can you still say that you have known him for many years!" Freya said contentedly, "I don't know him; still, I know that he likes Chinese food very much. He goes to a Chinese restaurant once a week in France. He is now at a place where he can eat in an authentic Chinese restaurant, and you want to take him to have Western food?"

"..." Chris didn't respond.

Freya thought that Chris just admired her and smiled, "Dont you think that Im the most knowledgeable?"

Chris asked, "How come you know Levin likes Chinese food?"

"I am a fan of Levin!" Freya said, "Ive seen all his interviews. It was he himself who told the reporters that he likes to eat Chinese food."

"Is that so?" Chris glanced at Freya, being hard to tell whether he was happy or mad. "How many interviews of mine have you watched?"

Freya was stunned.

Weren't they talking about Levin? How did they get to a question about the amount of his interviews she had watched?

She didn't have the courage to tell Chris-she hadn't watched any of his interviews. Because she really had no interest in those financial stocks...

Chris had already guessed the answer from Freya's expression, and ordered with a cold voice, "Go back and watch all of my interviews tonight."

Freya didn't want to agree. She would not want to watch the things she didn't want to watch before, just because Chris was not happy.

But she had a way!

"Okay!" Freya laughed, "I will definitely finish watching them one by one."

Not long after, the car was parked in the parking lot of the Moonlit Dine. Levin could not understand Chinese. Freya translated the name of the restaurant for him. The old gentleman's face showed a pleasant surprise. "I asked someone to help me make a reservation of this restaurant twice but they both failed, Freya, thank you very much."

During the meal, Levin praised every dish, and he and Freya had a good chat during the meal.

After dinner, Freya to the bathroom, and Levin quietly said to Chris, "You have found a good girl. I already know what kind of dress to design for her. Rest assured that she will surely be the most beautiful girl in the world that day."

"Thank you," Chris smiled and replied, "Thank you for helping me keep secrets."

"I did this kind of thing when I was young." Levin smiled and patted on the shoulder of Chris. "It is a very happy thing to fall in love with such a girl. You have my blessings."

When Freya returned, Levin had already left, and she finally had the opportunity to ask Chris, "You knew that I liked Levin's designs?"

"Yes, but I forgot when I found out about it."

Regarding many things about Freya, Chris had unknowingly written down her preferences and small habits, but he had been slow to realize that he was paying attention to her.

Freya was even more curious, "Why did you suddenly want him to design a dress for me? Are you conspiring?"

"The anniversary celebration of the company is coming, you can just wear it then." Chris revealed half of the true meaning.

"You want me to attend your company's anniversary?" Freya smiled. "As what?"

Before Chris answered, Freya said slowly, "For the record, I told the media that youre still very disgusted with me. I can't attend as your female companion! What about this, you said that you didnt send me an invitation letter. It is me wholl go to the anniversary party to be your female companion!"

Chris seemed to feel a headache. "Is this fun?"

Freya nodded vigorously. "Sure!"

Chris finally realized deeply what it felt like to be speechless, "...Are you acting intentionally?"

Freya pretended to be surprised. "Did you see through?"

Chris just tolerated. Anyway, on the anniversary, Freya could not escape.

Back at the apartment, Freya took off her makeup and bathed, then came out wearing a bathrobe after she finished. She realized that it was too early, so she went to the cloakroom to find clothes to wear.

Chris was also in the cloakroom. When she opened the closet, she found that Chris had bought her a lot of spring clothes. Tops, trousers, coats, even lingerie.

She had to say that Chris's vision for choosing womens clothes was still very good.

But why were there no clothes to wear at home?

Chris knew what Freya was looking for, and took his own home clothes to her. "Wear this."

"Why didn't you buy me home clothes by the way?" Freya looked at Chris and asked, "Are you thinking about something bad?"

"Since you guessed it-" Chris smiled and said to her ear, "Id like for you to wear my clothes."

...

Freya knew that Chris wanted to propose something tantalizing to her, so she just changed her clothes in front of him; she clearly saw in the mirror that he had swallowed a bit.

She was amazed by her achievements, but she did not lose her sense of crisis. She ran away before Chris got to her. "I am out!"

She ran to the sofa in the living room and looked for a movie to watch.

After a while, Chris also went out of the room, looked at the title, and frowned. "Spider Man?"

"I like to watch it!" Freya held the remote control and continued, "I like the protagonist's uncle and aunt the most!"

Chris probably knew what that movie was about. Most people would like the hero and heroine who saved the people. Why was Freya's taste so unique?

"Because the protagonist's uncle and aunt have been married for many years, but the relationship is still good. They know each other very well, and the neighbor next door can hardly hear them arguing. Unfortunately, the uncle was shot by a guy who robbed the car, and couldn't be saved." Freya unconsciously leaned on Chris. She said, "Let's make some rules."

Freya was rarely that serious. Chris looked at her and said, "Alright."

"If we get married, were not allowed to divorce!" Freya was unprecedentedly overbearing.

Chris said, "This doesnt require consultation, you do not have such opportunity."

"Also, if we really stay together for the rest of our lives, you must not die before me," Freya leaned against Chris's chest and said in a low voice, "I don't want to live in a world without you."

Such stupid words still made Chris involuntarily feel soft. He rubbed Freya's hair and said, "I will not die before you."

However, he would probably not live longer than her by much.

Like in the previous three months when Freya had completely left his life; even if he had a long life, he didn't want to spend another day alone.

Freya was a little reassured, wiping away the tears moved by a scene, when the protagonist was sitting in the room thinking about his uncle. She raised her head to look at Chris "Is it too early for us to be saying this?" Indeed, it seemed to be boring.

"It is," Chris moved Freya's short hair from her cheek. "Still, we should do something that needs to be done early."

Things that needed to be done early?

Freya did not respond for a moment. "What's that?"

Chris's long fingers supported Freya's chin, and his lips almost covered hers.

Freya saw him raise his lips, and say with a faint smile, "The thing we are going to do next."

Just when he finished speaking, Chris kissed Freya and did not give her a chance to refuse.

But he missed one thing-Freya had a scheme of her own.

At first Freya was very cooperative. She slowly reached his neck with her hands along his waist, entangled him, and the whole body slowly softened, leaning against his arms, so that he could support all her weight.

She responded very hard to his kiss. When Chris let go of her, her eyes were almost fascinated, looking at him stupidly. "Chris..."

She was wandering on the edge of losing her rationality and sensibility. Both of her cheeks were red, which made her even more seductive and beautiful.

Chris's Adams apple trebled a little, and he was ready.

He lowered his head and kissed Freya's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and kissed her lips, then going along her neck.

Of course, his hands were not just holding Freya.

When he was about to get her, Freya opened her eyes suddenly, and pushed Chris away when he was off guard.

Chris's voice went hoarse. "What's wrong?"

"I suddenly remembered something!" Freya's face was serious; he had never seen her face be that serious before.

Chris frowned. "What?"

"During the day, you, you want me..." Freya pretended to falter, "You want me to watch all your interviews."

Chris didn't need to ask and knew that Freya did it deliberately.

He smiled and held Freya, then walked to the room. "There are interview clips in my room."

Freya was settled on the bed and couldn't help but get into the quilt. "Where's the clip? Show me."

"I forgot where it was, it may be here-" Chris lifted the quilt and held Freya.

"How could it be here?" Freya struggled. "Shouldn't you look for them in the cupboard or the drawer? People usually keep those things in the study!"

Chris paused and looked at Freya leisurely. "Do you want to go to the study?"

"No, I..." Freya was helpless. She wanted to ask Chris to go find them in the study!

Chris interrupted Freya with a smile. "We can try next time."

After speaking, he stopped giving Freya any chances to struggle and talk nonsense.

Freya finally realized that no matter how well she had originally planned, she could never fight with Chris.