On the next day.

Freya hesitated before she made the call. Finally, she still called Chris. Surprisingly, Chris picked it up. In the past, if she woke him up this early, he would have hung up the phone directly.

"Do you have time?" She was half-asking and half-begging. "Come and give me a ride to the company."

Chris was just in the garage for his car.

He had early scheduled a sport gathering for today with Brian and some other guys and did not expect a call from Freya at this time.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly hated the desperately trying Freya and involuntarily spoke with the hint of a sneer in his tones. "Did the injuries on your feet recover so quickly?"

"I only need to attend classes today. My foot injuries won't matter." Freya was not in the mood to waste time on him. "Do you come or not? I can call my agent to pick me up."

Chris opened the door and thought for a moment, and then he sat on the seat. "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Alright, buy me breakfast on the way." Freya was asking for more. "I want a fried chicken shashlik and a fried egg from the baked potato diner downstairs."

Chris gritted his teeth. "Freya, don't push it."

"Is that what you called 'push it'?" Freya chuckled. "Well, yes, I did. So what!"

Chris hung up the phone in a bad mood. Then, he called Gavin, telling that he would skip the gathering for some temporary arrangement.

"Didn't you say you're free today?" Gavin guessed right. "Are you caught up by Freya? It doesn't make sense. Everyone knows that she can't hold you. Otherwise, you'd have been hers long ago."

That was true. However, technically speaking, he was not caught up by Freya. He had promised her himself.

Chris suddenly felt restless, hung up the phone and drove out of the garage.

Soon, he arrived under Freya's apartment. Beside the gate, there was indeed a baked potato diner.

Usually, food from restaurants that were well-remembered by Freya and Joanne were not bad in taste. As expected, the diner was almost full and people lined up at the register.

Chris could hardly take a step forward-he had not lined up for food in ages.

However, since he had promised Freya, he summoned up the courage to stand at the end of the line. Soon, a few girls in the front spotted him and the customers in the diner also cast their eyes on him. He could only stay calm and looked at the line in the front.

"Hello, are you in a hurry?" Some daring girl was trying to chat him up. "You can line up in front of me if you are."

He smiled politely. "No, thank you. I'm not."

"You're welcome." The girl stared at him more boldly and supported her chin with her hands like a cute girl who was playing coy. He smiled as a courtesy and looked away, but, he suddenly remembered Freya.

The second time Freya saw him, she said that she liked him, and if he did not accept her love, she would have to pursue him instead.

He took it only as a small girl's joke, but she had already taken it to the next level. The reason was. "You're pleasing to the eye, and my eyes enjoy watching you."

Then, every time they met, Freya would stare at him in a direct way, like her eyes were glued on him. Her beautiful eyes had the hint of a smile. He had never been afraid to look into others' eyes, but he only feared to look into Freya's.

Such pure and strong love was seen in her eyes. Back then, Steven was holding him down everywhere and he was facing with huge pressure. He had long warned himself not to be tangled up in love problems, so he chose to ignore Freya's love and her eyes.

Looking at it now, he had never shirked in front of pressure, no matter how huge it was. However, before he consolidated his position in the business community, he really did not dare to face Freya's eyes.

He did not want to ponder on the reason behind that.

"Hello, what can I get you?"

The cashier brought Chris back from the memory 10 years ago. He ordered two fried chicken shashliks, two fried eggs, and a plate of sushi.

"They'll be 7 dollars, thank you."

Chris opened his wallet but discovered that he did not have any cash, so he had to ask if they accept card payment. The cashier shook his head smilingly. "I'm sorry. We don't accept cards here."

He was feeling a headache and was thinking if he should get the assistant to pay for him. Suddenly, someone called him. "Boss Scott."

It was the company's deputy manager. He was just walking into the diner and still wore that shocked face. He did not hesitate to ask. "Do you have any cash?"

The deputy manager had long figured it out just now. He took out 7 dollars from his wallet and handed it to the cashier. He was slightly surprised and asked Chris, "Boss Scott, the breakfast... is for Miss Norris, right?"

Chris's eyes were confused. The deputy manager hurriedly added, "I live downstairs from her. I often run into her and occasionally have meals with her."

Chris knitted his brows-Why did Freya have meals with everybody? Did she really not pick?

Soon, a waiter sent the packed breakfast. Chris thanked the deputy manager and left the restaurant.

Freya lived in room 1603. Just as he walked out of the elevator, he found the door wide open. His pulse quickened and hurriedly walked in. "Freya!"

"I'm in a shower." Freya's voice sounded in the bathroom. "I'm done."

After that, the bathroom door swooshed opened. Freya walked out with a plain and beautiful face. She had been smiling, but unexpectedly, she found Chris's eyes a little gloomy.

She was confused. "What?"

"Let the door wide open in a shower?" Chris was scolding her, his face sunken. "Freya, do you have any sense of safety?"

"I thought that I'd be taking a shower when you came, so I let the door open. Don't you hate waiting the most? I feared that you'd drop the breakfast and leave." Freya let down her hair and walked toward him. "But why are you mad? Are you worried about me?"

She grinned cheekily, while Chris was really upset. He tossed the breakfast bag in her hands. "I'm worried about your IQ."

"You don't need to!" Freya took breakfast and walked to the kitchen. When she was unpacking, she said, "I almost know the entire building. Nothing can go wrong. And, when Dad bought me an apartment here, he likes here because it's safe."

After that, Freya found Chris had also bought a plate of sushi, and an extra fried chicken shashlik and fried egg.

She was curious. "Haven't you had breakfast either?"

Chris walked to her. "Thanks to you."

"You promised to me to come. I wasn't pestering you." Freya split the bamboo chopsticks. "How can you blame me?"

"How can I blame her?"

If it were not for her, he would have been enjoying his morning tea on the green lawn.

However, Freya was right. He had promised her.

Chris was destined not to have a smooth day today.

Freya saw the anger between Chris's eyes and brows and wisely chose to lower her head to eat. Chris looked charming and gentle in usual days, however, when he got mad, she could not hold him. That was also the reason why the employees both hated and loved him.

After breakfast, it was just one quarter after eight. Freya slipped into a pair of sneakers. "Let's go."

Today, she compromised and put on a sports suit.

However, in the past, she believed in "looking fine every minute", so she would put on makeup and a dress every morning. Then, she would change into a sports suit in the company. Looking back, wasn't the drama yesterday due to her outfit?

Thus, she had better keep a low profile in the future. It was impossible for Chris to run into her every time. Even if he did, he would not necessarily bother to save her every time.

Before the car drove for a long time, Freya found that Chris was not driving to Lambert Group Media Co. . She asked him in doubt. "Where are you taking me to?" Anticipation was escaping from her tones.

Chris said coldly. "The hospital."

In an instant, Freya turned into a frosted eggplant. "I thought you'd take me somewhere and do something to me when my feet are injured."

"..." Chris's brain chose to automatically ignore the sentence.

He naturally went to the hospital to change the dressings and clean the cuts for her. The process was not painful, and Chris did not accompany Freya to the treatment room. Thus, the doctor smiled. "Miss Norris, actually, Mr. Scott really cares about you."

Freya smiled back and did not agree or disagree. She just commented in her heart. "He really cares about how to refuse and bad-mouth me, so I really hope he can do something else to me."

"Yesterday when he deliberately got you mad, he was trying to distract you." The doctor said, "Before we taking out the shards, you were so afraid. But think about it, did you notice it when we really pulled out the glasses?"

She really did not notice it when they did it. She nearly went mad at Chris's words and was caught up in a fight with him. When she realized it, the doctor was already cleaning her cuts.

However, it was purely coincidental, right? Chris really wanted to make fun of her, and the distraction was just a coincidental bonus.

She did not believe that Chris would care about her. He would only laugh at her IQ, her ability and question her everything.

After changing the dressings and wrapping up the cuts, Freya hobbled out. Chris stood outside with a sullen face, nothing could be read on his face.

She had never seen Chris like this, but she could not figure out anything. Thus, she walked to him and patted him. "A penny for your thoughts? Let's go."

Chris collected himself, drove Freya away from the hospital and sent her to Lambert Group Media Co. 's gate.

"Thanks."

Freya unfastened the seat belt and was ready to get off, but Chris suddenly stopped her. "Freya."

"What?" Freya twisted around. "What is it?"

Chris seemed to think of something. He loosened his grip on the steering wheel and his voices returned to normal. "Nothing. Go ahead."

"I'm going."

Freya closed the door for him and slowly walked into the company. Soon, some colleagues found about her feet. They warmly asked her about the injuries. She simply said she was accidentally cut by some shards of glasses last night. They helped her walk inside the building, and on the way, she received a lot of warm greetings.

She was easing going and people all liked her.

At some point, outside the building, Chris rolled down the window to watch her. When her figure disappeared out of sight, he fished out a cigarette and deftly lit it up. Just when the cigarette reached his lips, something Joanne said crossed his mind:

"Cigarettes take away many lives every year. Brother, for me, will you try to quit smoking to stay with me to the very end? I've seen so many people getting cancer from smoking and died. They left their loved ones and never had the chance to be with them anymore. In time, not only you will suffer, but people around you will also suffer."

At that time, there was nobody except Joanne around him, but now...

Eventually, Chris still put the cigarette out and drove away.

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