"Of course, the clothes look great," Sophie Wilson said with a smile. "Haven’t you noticed that our outfits are matching couples’ attire?"
Charles Seymour was momentarily stunned, not expecting Sophie Wilson to have noticed.
Seeing Charles Seymour’s reaction, Sophie Wilson sighed with exasperation. "Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?"
Charles Seymour silently looked at her, which was as good as admitting it.
Sophie Wilson gave him a light smack. "Did you think I was blind?" Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
Same color, matching decorative patterns, if this isn’t couples’ attire, then what is?
It’s too obvious, isn’t it?
"Ahem..." Charles Seymour gave a dry cough, awkwardly changing the subject after his little plan to reveal his relationship with Sophie was exposed. "Why didn’t you refute the things Stephen Wilson said today?"
The people at the party seemed half-convinced by Stephen Wilson’s words, and it was puzzling to him that Sophie didn’t strongly counter them, which was not her usual style.
She’s always decisive, if someone pushes her an inch, she’ll push back tenfold.
Conversely, if someone treats her well, she’ll repay them a hundredfold.
"It was just talk with no evidence, not convincing enough," Sophie Wilson replied with a smile, taking a sip of milk. "I’m waiting for Grace. She’s been preparing for so long, just waiting to set me up once I become famous."
"Isn’t it much more effective to throw evidence in the mix and fight it out online than to argue empty-handed today?"
She’s not in a rush, knowing she’ll definitely be the eventual winner.
"Mischievous," Charles Seymour’s lips curved slightly. "Go ahead, rest assured, no one will find out why Stephen Wilson gave you the company."
Hearing Charles Seymour’s words, Sophie Wilson smiled, "I knew you would have everything prepared for me."
With him taking care of things, she’s at ease. They hardly need to discuss anything; their rapport is excellent.
"Get some rest early," Charles Seymour didn’t delay Sophie Wilson’s rest, knowing the party had exhausted her.
Moreover, he was concerned about her health and felt urgent to sort things out sooner rather than later.
After Sophie Wilson finished her milk, she went to freshen up. The night passed without further words, and early the next day, she got up planning to change clothes.
Opening her wardrobe, she saw that right next to the dress she had worn last night was a particular person’s clothing from yesterday evening.
The couples’ attire was right there in front of her.
Touching her chin, Sophie Wilson chuckled; this guy, even now that their relationship was clear, was still so reserved.
Last night, he even had the leisure to secretly send the clothes over, hinting to her to view them together?
Sophie Wilson shook her head with amusement, freshened up, and changed clothes to go downstairs.
Downstairs, she found that someone was already sitting in the dining room early. When he saw her, he calmly curved his lips into a smile.
Of course, if only he wasn’t holding the newspaper upside down, she might actually believe he wasn’t nervous.
"This morning, I discovered something new in my wardrobe," Sophie Wilson said with a smile as she sat next to Charles Seymour.
Charles Seymour looked at her, puzzled, as if he truly had no idea.
"But I asked the housemaid to take it out," Sophie Wilson finished, and Charles Seymour’s face instantly changed. This time, his instincts outpaced his mind, and he asked directly, "Why?"
Could it be that she doesn’t like seeing their couples’ outfits together?