Joanne missed someone-Chris.

For the second half of the month, he was so busy that he was overturned. He was exerting too much effort every day, but in the evening, he still had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Sleeping pills had side effects. If he took them this way, he would have a bigger problem sooner or later.

The doctor told him that there were a small number of people in the world who were special. Some of them could only sleep on the bus, while some could only sleep on the benches in the park. The doctor recommended that he tried something new to find a comfortable way to fall asleep naturally. Or, he could recall the place and process of the last time when he slept well.

In fact, he did not need to do that because he slept better than he did over the past five to six years that day at Freya's place.

After he finished a meal with some clients, it was already past ten o'clock. Chris remembered that he had not been to the hospital to see Joanne because he was too busy. After getting into the car, he opened a window to some fresh air in and dialed Joanne's number.

"Freya just called me too." Joanne said, "She trained until too late today and said she would sleep in the apartment in the downtown."

Chris felt something tickling in his heart. Then, he hung up the phone after asking about Joanne's recovery situation. Jack asked, "Brother Rowdy, will we go home?"

"We'll go"

He almost blurted out the address of Freya's apartment and fortunately restrained himself in time. He could not see her yet.

The "Top Model" was just around the corner, and he had to wait until the end of the game anyway.

In the end, Chris nodded and Jack started the car. The black car galloped toward the apartment where he lived.

When they were about to arrive, Chris asked Jack to park on the ground parking lot. He asked Jack to take a taxi back home, and then he was sitting in the car and enjoyed the blowing wind.

Jack just found Chris somewhat strange, but he did not dare to ask so he said, "Take care of you."

Chris nodded and rubbed his temple. After a while, he felt a shadow approaching him.

He was natural as alert as Brian, and he sobered up in an instant. He looked out of the car with a pair of keen eyes, only to see Maya.

"I just want to see you." Maya stood outside the car. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? A headache?"

"No." Chris pushed the door open. "When did you come?"

"More than an hour ago, the administrator of the apartment said that you have not returned yet, so I wait for you here."

Maya was a bit strange. Her voice was out of tune and her hair was scattered. If Chris did not know her, he probably would have taken her as a mad woman.

She added, "I didn't want to bother you, just want to see you and leave." But I saw that you didn't get off the car and thought you were not feeling well."

"I am fine." Chris put down his hand on the temple. "Go home; I will call a taxi for you."

"No!" Maya rushed to Chris and hugged him. "Don't drive me away, don't do this to me, I'm begging you." I love you, I really love you."

Chris tossed Maya's hands. "I've done my best. I protect your reputation for the sake of Uncle John." Maya, don't come to me again in the future. I have already told you clearly that we are impossible."

"Do you love Freya?" Maya gazed at Chris almost madly. "But your family doesnt agree with your relationship, don't you know that? Her father wants her to marry Travis, so you can't be together. Travis also said that he's bound to win Freya over."

Chris's eyes went cold. He suddenly clenched his fists and then slowly released them. "Order a taxi yourself."

He got in the car, started it, and headed for Freya's apartment.

Soon, Chris's car disappeared out of Maya's sight, and finally, she could not even see the two taillights...

Maya's nails almost bit into her palm, and her eyes were filled with deep hatred...

She had worked in Everbridge Group for so many years and finally became the chief secretary just to get Chris.

However, now, Chris told her that they were impossible. Her past effort was all in vain.

No, she must do something. Otherwise, she was not ready to let him go!

The doorbell rang madly when Freya was holding a glass of boiled water and watching a movie on the sofa in the living room.

She was shocked and jumped up to look carefully through the see-through holes on the door. She was just about to call the police when she saw Chris's face.

Didn't he say that he would see her after the "Top Model"? What was he doing now?

Between her thinking, the doorbell rang madly again, and Freya could only hurriedly opened the door lest she disturbed the neighbors. "Chris..."

Before she finished her words, Chris had already come in. He slammed the door closed with his hand behind him and grabbed her hand. Nevertheless, he just stared at her without moving a muscle.

Freya sniffed around his body. "Have you've been drinking?" Then, she saw the car key in his hand and snatched it at once. "And drive by yourself? Are you out of your mind?"

Chris handed his mobile phone to Freya. "Call Jack to send me two sets of clothes." When he finished, he went inside the room.

Freya was even more confused, so she asked again, "Is there something wrong? So you escape to my place?

"Yes." Chris did not know how to explain it to Freya, so he simply agreed with her words and urged. "You should call Jack now, otherwise, he should be at home."

Freya did not look like she was making a call. "Even if something really happened, you have so many real estates and hotels, where else can't you go?" Why are you coming to me?"

"I like it here." Chris put on a proud look. "Are you supposed to be happy?"

"Happy, my foot!" Freya almost exploded, "Is my place a hotel to you?" You come and go at your own free will, don't you?"

"Do you want me to stay?" Chris smiled and said, "Well, I will pack my things up and move over tomorrow."

Freya was speechless for a long while. "Chris, what's wrong with your brain?"

Chris looked at Freya earnestly and said, "Freya, I know what I am doing."

Freya. "..." However, why did she see Chris not sober in every aspect?

"I'll take a shower." Chris walked to the bathroom on his own. "It's up to you whether you want Jack to send me clothes or not."

He then swooshed the bathroom door close. Freya was petrified.

Was this all in her fantasy? Was she still sitting on the sofa watching a movie? Chris, or whatever, actually did not show up, right?

Soon, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. Freya finally realized it was not a dream. Chris really came and was taking a shower in her bathroom.

She did not have men's clothes here. What would he wear after the shower?

Freya gritted her teeth and dialed Jack's number and asked him to send Chris's clothes.

To her surprise, Jack seemed to have guessed that Chris would come to her because he replied calmly. "I will send his clothes and daily necessities in 20 minutes."

Freya hung up the phone and ran to knock on the bathroom door. "Take your time; Jack will arrive in 20 minutes."

"Got it."

Chris seemed in a good mood. He actually hummed Freya's favorite French song in the bathroom. He paused in the middle to ask Freya, "Am I good singer?"

Freya did not know whether to laugh or cry. The intuition told her that Chris was a bit strange, but... she really enjoyed the weird Chris.

Before Jack arrived, Freya took the chance to fetch a clean set of bedding to place it on the sofa of the living room. Just as she finished, the doorbell rang again.

It was Jack who. He handed her a bag from outside the door. She took the opportunity to ask, "What happened to Chris?"

Jack knew that Chris had had trouble sleeping recently so he smiled. "Nothing, he is too tired. Miss Freya, you take care of him for me. I'll go now."

Freya mumbled something, looking at Jack's back.

As she closed the door and returned to the living room, she heard Chris calling in the bathroom. "Freya?"

She took the bag Jack sent and handed it to Chris through the crack between the door and the frame. "Here, take it."

Chris changed into pajamas and looked at the time. It was almost midnight. When he was about to say something, he suddenly found that Freya looked not quite right.

Freya just did not dare to look directly into Chris's eyes.

Though she had chased after him for more than ten years, had charged into his apartment early in the morning and saw him in pajamas, the current atmosphere... was too strange.

Middle of the night, a man and a woman in a room...

Even when apart, these twelve words sounded ambiguous, not to mention being put together.

"I'll go back to my room to sleep."

Then, she lowered her head to storm into the bedroom. When she lay down on the bed, she found that Chris also followed.

Her eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" I already put a sheet and pillow on the sofa!"

"I can't sleep on the sofa." Chris closed the door naturally.

The click of the door seemed to also tap on Freya's heart. She wanted to shrink into the bed, but no, Chris was the one to blame. Why would she feel afraid instead?

"Chris!" She looked at Chris with a self-confident look. "You don't want to mess with me!" I... We are still nothing now!"

Chris raised the corner of his lips. "I just want to sleep now, what are you fantasizing about?"

"Sleep outside!" Freya had been used to all kinds of implicit jokes, so she would not blush or feel embarrassed at what Chris said. "This is my room! Or... do you want to share a bed with me?"

Chris lifted his eyebrows. "We'll get to that sooner or later."

"..." Freya lost 50% of her health points in an instant.

Chris pushed it and lifted up the quilt to lie down on the bed. "Turn off the light."

Freya was about to lose all of her health points, but fortunately, she woke up in the nick of time and kicked Chris. "What do you want? Get into my room and now you want to crawl onto my bed? Get off!"

Damn, did he think she was a little lamb? No, she was a lion!

Chris slightly narrowed his eyes, grabbed Freya by the wrist and dragged her to his side to pin her on the bed. "I haven't seen you for a few days, and now you think you've grown up?"

"Chris, you have a bad memory." Freya poked his chest. "After that party, we haven't seen each other for at least more than 20 days, well, a month at most. And Joanne has been in the hospital for half a month. How can you say it's just a few days?" Is it because you dream of me every day?"

Chris smiled. "Freya, you're afraid."

He did not deliberately get to know things about Freya, but being pestered by her for so many years, he knew one thing, and that was when she was afraid, she tended to talk a lot, just like now. For those who did not know her, they could never see through her.

Unfortunately, he knew about her in some aspects.

As expected, Freya's face froze, and then she quickly looked away. "Who is afraid of you?"

Chris thought about it and felt that the best way to stop her from talking back was to cover her mouth.