The consequences of Freya accepting all the drinks: got drunk.

She didn't know how she got drunk, but only remembered that she had been talking a lot with Travis. It seemed that she also mentioned Chris and his company.

Travis was a very good listener, who had been patiently listening to her from beginning to end. She was very grateful to Travis, because if there were a drunk who kept talking to her, she was sure that she would knock the person out and threw him into the hotel. Who had time to listen to your drunken words?

She didn't know what she said to Travis, and how much she said. When she finally came to herself, she discovered that the music had stopped already, and there was no one in the big bar.

"What happened?" Freya was scared, "What about other people?"

"All gone." Travis said.

Freya goggled her beautiful tapered eyes. "Why are we still here?"

"You pulled me to stay and asked me to listen to you," Travis sighed, "Freya, now I found out that you are actually a chatterbox. Can we go now?"

"Go!" Freya stood up and wanted to go out, but she couldn't stand still and stumbled. When she almost fell to the bar counter, Travis held her. "Be careful, let me help you."

It was out of expectation that when Freya was dizzy, she still cared about her purse, so Travis took it for her. She turned her phone out and poked the screen hard, which didn't light.

"What's wrong with you, my cell phone?" She lifted and shook it, "Wake up, brother!"

"Hey..." Travis laughed out loud, "Damn, Freya. You are such a living treasure when you are drunk? I should have made you drunk months ago if I knew that."

"You want to get me drunk so you can get the chance, right?" Freya stepped on Travis's foot hard, "Screw you! Don't even think about it!"

"Oh damn!" Travis was so painful that his face started to twist and he kept hopping by holding his injured foot. He couldn't help shouting at her when he found that she was still poking her mobile phone. "What do you want to do with your phone!"

"I want to see if Chris had called me," Freya stubbornly continued to poke the screen as if she could poke out the missed calls of Chris, "today is the first day of my official debut, and I took photos for Vogue. It's okay if he didn't want to celebrate with me, but at least he should have made a phone call to congratulate me."

Travis was stunned and put down his foot, falling into silence.

It turned out that he could not replace Chris.

He booked the whole bar, called so many friends and carefully prepared so that he could let dozens of people celebrate for her. But what Freya wanted most was congratulations from Chris.

Sometimes, what a person cared about was really not how much she had received, but who she received from.

If it was not from the person she wanted, it was useless no matter how much.

"Stop poking, or the fragile screen will be smashed by you." Travis took Freya's mobile phone, pressed the power button, and saw 23 missed calls, which were all from Chris.

If she knew about that, she would be thrilled, and she might go to find Chris when she was drunk.

"Freya," he looked at Freya seriously, "I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Freya looked at Travis and poked his head, "Are you stupid? What are you sorry for?"

Travis just smiled and pressed the delete button. The missed calls were gone, and the record of Chris's calls was gone.

At this moment, the phone issued a warning that the battery was low, and the screen went dark.

He returned the phone to Freya, "Your phone has no power."

"It turned out that there was no power," Freya smiled and comforted herself, "it must be the reason of no power, so he couldn't make the call."

Travis put on a fake smile, "Okay, I will take you back."

He took the purse from Freya and helped her out of the bar.

On the streets of the night in the late autumn, the coldness started to spread in gusts. The car dashed on the street with extremely smelly tail gas coming out. Freya pushed Travis away and squatted to vomit. "You go get the car, I'll wait for you here."

"I called the designated driver," Travis said and saw his car coming, "it's coming, get on."

Freya didn't spit out anything and stopped talking as soon as she got in the car and held the back cushion.

Travis was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so he shook down the window a bit to ventilate. Freya said vaguely. "Thank you."

It's really hard for her to remember the courtesy at the moment. Travis said "have a rest", and then quietly looked at her.

Her beauty was undeniable. Such a girl, who had everything, and could obviously live a life of queen's by spoiling by a bunch of men, why did she put her so low to pursue a man who only knew to refuse her?

What was so good about Chris?

Freya, Travis caressed her cheek, and said to her in the heart, "I'll help you make the right choice, do not grieve yourself."

"Mr. Qin, the apartment is here." The driver stopped and said.

Travis paid the money and woke up Freya, "I will take you upstairs."

Freya was so groggy that she had to let Travis take her upstairs. She could only feel relaxed when she finally lay down on the big soft bed, and curled up into the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Travis looked at her with his throat bobbed and leaned down to keep his lips only five centimeters away from Freya's.

The woman he craved for a long time was in front of his eyes. Travis's heart beat so strongly like when he had the first kiss with a girl at the age of 14, and the cells all over his body were screaming.

His hot breath spread on Freya's cheek.

He didn't know when he started to like her, maybe it was the first time he saw her twisting on the dance floor. She seemed so open, but it was not like those women who sold sex.

On the contrary, her temperament was very good, her skin was maintained like a baby who didn't go through any affairs in human life. She was warm, unassuming and well-bred. She was his long-awaited girlfriend.

He knew that Freya was not like other girls, who could be chased with few bags and a vice card, so he lurked around Freya as her good friend. Since then, he always covered those women's eyes and put them on the same clothes as Freya when he with them, to imagine them to be Freya to the maximum extent.

Now, the real Freya was in front of him. As long as he kissed, he would not stop, and Freya was his.

Bowed down, the distance between their lips was four centimeters, three centimeters...

"Chris, you bastard!"

Suddenly, Freya slapped hard on Travis's face, and she whispered in her sleep. "You didn't even call me, and said that you will find me..."

Tears oozed from her eye corner.

Travis touched his face, which was slapped to be so painful, and suddenly woke up. He slipped down from Freya's bed and quickly left her room.

He went to take a cold shower and calmed down, lying on the sofa in the living room, and remembered what the bar's security guard had come to tell him.

"Mr. Qin, Chris really came to find Miss Norris. But I told him as what you have told me that Freya did not welcome anyone without an invitation, so he left."

He did not guess wrong, Chris really came to find Freya. But it was all he planned for a long time, including staying at Freya's.

Except for the impulse that just brewed. Fortunately, Freya slapped on his face, otherwise...

Travis patted his face and urged himself to fall asleep.

Freya slept so deeply tonight that she didn't know that something was going to happen.

On the next day.

Freya finally had to wake up because the sun was too strong. She secretly cursed that- she forgot to pull the curtains before going to bed.

However, she suddenly felt confused about how she got home last night when she was about to close the curtain with the remote control and continue to sleep.

Travis!

Thinking of this key name, Freya suddenly bounced from the bed and looked at herself. Fortunately, she was well dressed, so Travis just left after sending her back?

She got up to look for her phone but found that Travis lying on the sofa after she pushed the door of the room.

She goggled, walked over and kicked Travis, "Wake up."

"What are you doing in the early morning?" Travis dragged a pillow to cover his face, "Go away, let me sleep for a while."

"You get up!" Freya grabbed the pillow and threw it away, "Why are you sleeping in my house?"

"It was already past one o'clock in the morning when I took you back, I was too sleepy and the designated driver had left," Travis sighed, "if I didn't sleep in your house, I would also sleep at your door. Please, let me sleep for a while."

"... I am going to brush my teeth."

In fact, Freya was also very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to since Travis was in the living room. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and washed her face, and lay in the bathtub with a facial mask on her face.

Freya wasted for more than an hour before coming out of the bathroom, thinking about Travis should sleep enough, so she went to kick him again.

This time Travis was very cooperative and climbed up from the sofa. He pounded his back and waist with saying "ouch". "The sofa is not the thing for people to sleep, I feel more tired when I woke up compared to making love all night."

Freya picked up the pillow and slammed it toward him angrily. "Do you want to take a shower? Otherwise, just leave now!"

"Do you even have a conscience?" Travis threw the pillow away, "If it weren't for me, you would lie down on the street yesterday!"

Freya thought about it and agreed, and called the breakfast with the telephone. "Then I'll buy you breakfast, and you leave right after you finished it."

"You are definitely the least grateful woman I have ever seen!" Travis indignantly entered the bathroom.

Freya to find her purse at the entrance of the door. She pulled out the phone from the purse, only to find that there was no electricity.

She then connected to charge and found that she had received many congratulations from people. Joanne also sent a text message, but there was no Chris's name.

She then browsed the call record, which did not show that Chris had called.

"What kind of people is this?" Freya was indignant, "Talking about to see me again, and didn't even congratulate me on such a big thing? Is there any sincerity?"

She threw away her cell phone and held her pillow for a while. Then the doorbell rang.

It was the breakfast she often bought, not only because of their taste but also the speed of delivery that couldn't be surpassed by other shops!

Freya rushed to open the door with excitement. "How much..."

She didn't even get to finish her sentence with "money", but found the person... was not the man who delivered the breakfast!