Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 958 Black And Red Go Best Together

Seeing her surprise, Sophia knew she was happy with the dress and was relieved, "When I first received the request from Mr. Farrell to design a dress for you, I asked to meet with you. The only way I could design a better dress was to meet you and understand your preferences, but Mr. Farrell turned me down."

At this point, Sophia seemed a little regretful, "So I had no choice but to learn about you from the Internet or other people, and then I designed this dress after many modifications. At first, I was worried about whether you would like it, whether the dress would fit you, but now that I see you, I realize that my worries were unnecessary. The dress fits you best."

"Why don't you let me meet Miss Sophia?" Amber put down her dress and looked at the man in bewilderment.

Sophia was not a man. It was not inappropriate for her to meet Sophia, wasn't it?

He couldn't be jealous of a woman, an aged old woman, could he?

If so, he was too mean.

While she was thinking, Amber looked at Jared with disdain.

Jared read the meaning in her eyes and gave his lips a little twitch, "What were you thinking? I just wanted to surprise you."

"Surprise?" Amber raised her eyebrows.

"Yes," Jared said, "I wanted to give you a dress that would impress you at first glance, so of course you wouldn't meet Sophia. If you meet in person, Sophia will ask you what kind of dress you would like, and there will be no surprises as you already know what the dress will look like. It's only in cases you never knew that it's a surprise when you finally see it."

"Okay, I was wrong about you." Amber smiled apologetically and then asked, "But if you kept me from designing the dress, aren't you afraid that, as Miss Sophia said, I don't like the dress?"

"No." Jared shook his head and said positively, "Sophia already knows what dress she's going to design for you after I've complimented you, so I'm not worried about what's wrong with her dress." Amber was kind of stunned, "Your compliments?"

Amber remembered Jared's compliments that Sophia's assistant translated. The beautiful words that were used to describe her.

A sense of shame rose again in her.

"Am I wrong in my praise?" Jared raised his hand a little bit, "Sophia did tell me that she could not design the dress because she had not met you. I told her to design the most beautiful and gorgeous one, just like how I complemented you. So..."

He stopped and looked up at Sophia.

Sophia listened to the assistant's translation, smiled, and nodded, "Yes, Amber. At first, Mr. Farrell wouldn't let me see you, so I didn't know what to do. Even though I knew you from the Internet and others, I still had some difficulties in designing your dress. Finally, I contacted Mr. Farrell. Mr. Farrell tipped me off, so that's where this dress came from."

Amber gave the man a sulky look, "The most beautiful and gorgeous one? Aren't you afraid that I'm not good enough for it?"

"No, not at all." Jared said with absolute certainty, "To me, you deserve the best things in the world, so I never worry that Sophia's dress won't fit you. Look!"

His eyes fell on the dress she was holding, "As it turns out, I've never been wrong, the dress suits you well, and you look better in red than blue."

"Really?" Amber tilted her head and looked suggestively at the man.

The man's Adam's apple slid and he spoke in a slightly gravelly voice, "Yes, I won't lie to you."

Sophia also agreed, "Amber, that's true, and I think you're perfect for fiery red."

Amber felt so sweet and she felt so shy, "In that case, I'll buy more red clothes from now on."

"Okay." Jared nodded and his dark pupils lit up for a moment.

It was obvious that he agreed with her and supported her.

He loved black. Ninety percent of his clothes were black, from suits to shirts underneath.

Only the remaining ten percent were other colors. But in addition to white, they were also gray and other colors that were not bright.

And he didn't wear the other 10 percent except when it was absolutely necessary.

Anyway, he was mostly dressed in black.

And black and red always went well together, better than black and white.

The dark and mysterious black, and the enchanted red, these two colors should be from the same world.

White, the holy color, did not match his black.

"Hey! What are you thinking?" Seeing the man staring, Amber put her hand in front of his face and waved.

Jared's eyelids fluttered, then he came to his senses and his voice was still husky, "Nothing. I was thinking about how beautiful you would look in that dress."

Then he looked at her with his eyes burning.

Amber felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She felt as if she were a piece of meat ready to be devoured by him. She blushed and said, "How do you know it's gonna look good when I'm not even wearing it? Okay, enough with you. I'll go try it on with Miss Sophia. You take the bag and wait here for me."

"Okay." Jared took her bag, sat down on the couch, and nodded obediently.

Amber smiled at Sophia and headed with her assistant to a nearby locker room.

It was not easy to wear a tuxedo on your own.

The disposable dress, in particular, was inherently fragile. If we applied a little too much force, the zipper or hand stitch would easily break.

Therefore, in general, when putting on a dress, it was best to have someone nearby to help.

Sophia was the designer and producer of the dress, and her assistant was still responsible for translation.

With the help of two people, Amber easily changed into her dress.

Then she turned around to see Sophia and her assistant wowed by her. She was going to ask how it was, but now she couldn't.

She knew from their reactions that the dress fitted her perfectly.

Sure enough, Sophia took her hand in surprise and excitement, "Oh dear, you look so beautiful. You look so perfect in this dress. This is the first dress that I designed blindly following someone's exaggerated dictation without meeting the person. I thought Mr. Farrell was lying to me, but now I know that Mr. Farrell wasn't lying. He is right, he also indirectly helped me improve my design ability. My dear, meeting you and Mr. Farrell is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Amber's smile became forced as Sophia blushed with excitement. She tried to say something but she didn't know how to put it.

Because she wanted to say that Jared really lied to her.

With Jared's over-the-top compliments, who could design a dress that would fit?

Now, Sophia was able to design because Sophia was a good designer, and it had nothing to do with Jared at all, okay?

After all, designers did not always design clothes for a particular person. They often designed clothes casually after they got inspiration. Even if the clothes they designed could not be worn by many people, one person would eventually fit it.

Just like this time, Jared asked Sophia to blindly design the dress, and she just happened to be the right one. That was it, so it was nonsense that Jared had improved her design skills.