Charles Seymour raised his head from behind the computer, looking at her dotingly yet helplessly. Since when was she not allowed into his study? Sophie Wilson saw the look in Charles Seymour’s eyes, her smile growing even brighter as she walked in, leaning an arm on his desk, resting her head on it, and asked, "I have an invitation to a wine party, and I can bring a date. Do you want to go?" For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Hmm, of course, that party shouldn’t be too..." "I’m going!" Charles Seymour didn’t even wait for Sophie to finish, responding with decisive briskness. Sophie Wilson pursed her lips, chuckling, "Alright then, make sure to arrange your schedule in advance." "Okay." Charles nodded. "Alright, I won’t disturb your work anymore. I’ll go get prepared for the dress." Sophie Wilson had just spoken when Charles chimed in, "I’ll prepare." Sophie blinked and smiled, "Okay, I’ll leave it all to you." "Hey, you know, ever since I got together with you, I really feel like I’ve become useless. I don’t have to worry about anything; you arrange it all. At this rate, I’ll become a complete slacker, not able to do anything." Sophie’s lament only received a puzzled question from Charles Seymour, "Isn’t that how it should be?" His woman naturally deserved to be pampered , otherwise, what would he be good for? "Oh, come on!" Sophie patted her flushed cheeks, "How can you say that?" Charles Seymour looked at Sophie, puzzled. Did he say something wrong just now? "Stop flirting out of nowhere, annoying!" After tossing out such a line, Sophie ran off, leaving Charles sitting in the chair, bewildered. What had he done? Charles couldn’t figure it out, so he didn’t dwell on it. However, attending a wine party with Sophie for the first time was something he considered quite important, and he made a series of phone calls. On the day of the wine party, Sophie looked at the dress in front of her, speechless. At first glance, it seemed low-key and simple, but the hidden brocade embroidery shimmered like a flowing light as the angle changed. Sophie gently poked the little rhinestones adorned on the dress with her finger... Knowing Charles Seymour’s nature, these weren’t rhinestones but real diamonds, weren’t they? They were used as casual embellishments, not many, but... placing them on a dress... Sophie held her forehead. Having such a wealthy boyfriend, it was quite stressful. Going out with him, would she embarrass him? Luckily, Sophie had a good mindset. She directly put on the dress and waited for the stylist to do her makeup. Indeed, Charles Seymour made it seem like she was attending an international gala; he even specially hired a stylist for her. Sophie never received such treatment on set. When everything was done, Sophie opened her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror, and felt only one thing—stunning. "Your skills are incredible." Sophie’s compliment made the stylist smile, "Miss Wilson looks naturally beautiful." The stylist merely enhanced the advantages of Sophie Wilson’s face. "Beautiful." Sophie stood up, lifting the hem of her dress as she ran out. She wanted to show Charles Seymour. So beautiful, even she found herself delightful to look at, and she was eager to see Charles Seymour’s reaction upon seeing her. "Quick, look at me!" Sophie burst into Charles Seymour’s room, her smiling face instantly freezing. Who was this devastatingly handsome guy inside?