Freya suddenly had a bad hunch, and sure enough, the next second, Chris's handsome facial features had approached her.

She had no time to resist, and Chris had already caught her lips.

Freya's eyes became wide open, her thick long eyelashes almost brushing Chris's face. At that moment, her body's ability to perceive seemed to be fully developed because she started felt everything clearly-

She could feel the cool breeze blowing in from the window, the temperature of Chris's lips, his breath, his every movement on her lips, and the effort he made to force her mouth open...

However, she could only open her eyes wide. Being suppressed by him, she did not know what to do.

Chris also felt the rigidity of Freya. He remembered that her experience of kissing was limited so he loosened her and looked at her eyes playfully. As expected, her cheeks slowly turned rosy, but the look on her face said "I am not afraid of you."

He smiled, lips on her eyes, and gave an order that could not be disobeyed with his magnetic voice. "Close your eyes."

Freya was not obedient to Chris; it was just that when he kissed her, she had to close her eyes.

In the early morning, the entire city was in deep sleep, and everything was quiet. Freya's hand unconsciously tightened and grabbed the sheets underneath her. She managed to say something. "Chris, don't..."

Things were not settled between them now, so, she could not.

She would do it willingly only when she got the title she deserved.

Or... she would do it when she forced Chris!

If it happened so suddenly now, she absolutely could not accept it!

Chris did not intend to do anything to Freya in the first place, but there was no denying that he almost lost control. He managed to loosen her and stared deep into her eyes.

Freya just thought that there was something in Chris's eyes-something that she found strange but mysterious.

"Go to sleep." Chris avoided Freya's eyes and pressed her down with his long legs. "Don't move anymore, otherwise... I don't promise I won't do anything."

Freya was still in a state of shock, so she tried to move to the edge of the bed to keep a safe distance from Chris...

Her move made Chris very unhappy, so he squinted and at once dragged her back to his arms. "I will tell you the last time, don't move."

Could he stop the nonsense? Because Freya did not dare to breathe freely, but only cursed silently in her heart-Chris acted like a gentleman every day, but in fact, he was simply a wild beast!

"Why did you come to me?" She asked the question that she had wanted to ask for the entire night.

Chris stayed silent for a while but said nothing in the end. Instead, he urged her. "It's late now, go to sleep."

"You are dodging my question." Freya looked up and smiled at Chris. "Do you have some secrets and dare not tell me?"

"Are you not tired at all?" Chris gradually approached her. "Then we can do something that requires a lot of physical strength."

He still gazed at her with a dreamy look in his eyes and was full of aggressiveness all over his body. It would be lying if Freya said she was not afraid, so she immediately lay down and closed her eyes.

She wanted to sleep, but felt a little uneasy and unprotected. "Chris, you won't turn into an animal in the middle of the night, will you?"

"Say one more word, and I'll..."

"OK, OK, I'll sleep now." Freya covered Chris's mouth and closed her eyes.

Although Chris had been "wild" this evening so far, he was not the one to betray his principles. If he promised that he would not lay a finger on her, then Freya could trust him on that.

Thus, she closed her eyes with a peaceful mind.

Freya's and Joanne's characters were poles apart, but they had one thing in common-after lying down for ten seconds, they could immediately sleep like a log.

After a while, Chris heard Freya's steady and long breathing, but his eyes stayed open in the darkness.

Freya asked him why he came to her. He did have an answer to that, but he just did not know how to tell Freya that because he felt a rush.

Initially, everything went according to the plan. When Top Model was over and when he had handled that thing properly, he would confess everything to Freya.

Nevertheless, when he heard Maya saying that her family wanted to marry Freya to Travis, he lost control and risked being charged with DUI to see her.

He suddenly understood why Brian had tried so hard to avoid Joanne for so many years.

People like them, in the face of interests and all kinds of temptations, could exert a strong force to control themselves and prevent themselves from going astray.

It was not because they were strong-willed, but because they did not find those things too tempting at all, and because those people failed to find their real soft spots.

If those people found their real soft spots, they would be hurt to the bone with just even one touch on their bodies. Just like during the time when Joanne stayed in the hospital, Brian wished that he were the one lying on the sickbed, suffering.

As for the real temptation, even they could not face them. Just like during those past years, Brian did not dare to see Joanne for at least one time because he knew that once he did, he would be completely out of control and could not let her go again.

Chris closed his eyes and sighed from the bottom of his heart-he never thought that he would fall for Freya in the rest of his life.

He drew closer to Freya, and the faint aroma of her body filled his breath, and the bed under her body and the quilt on her body seemed to be filled with her scent as well.

Chris remembered that day when they came back after watching a game at Brian's place; he was also attacked by Freya's fragrance, as well as a fit of drowsiness. At that time, he suddenly felt exhausted, but at the same time, relaxed more than ever, and then, his consciousness drifted away...

During the past few years, he didn't fall asleep so effortlessly, so effortlessly that when he woke up the next day, Chris suspected that he was dreaming.

However, it was true. Freya, who was lying next to him, was real, and the truth that he did not need sleeping pills to sleep till the morning was also true.

He got up and left the room quietly after tucking Freya in as if he had never shown up.

At 7:20, the alarm clock on Freya's bedside table rang. She pulled the quilt over her head and dozed off for a few more minutes. Suddenly, she realized something and lifted the quilt.

Except her, there was no one else on the bed.

Where was Chris?

Or was everything last night just a dream?

Hell, her dreams were too real because she could still taste the feeling of Chris's violent kisses from last night.

In this messy dreamy state, Freya got up and climbed into the cloakroom to get changed, and then she pushed open the door. At this moment, she felt that she fell into another dream-

Chris was wearing a shirt and a trouser, standing in the open kitchen. He hung his tie casually on his neck and rolled the sleeves of his shirt to the wrists. He looked casual and relaxed, but the way he handled with food was so professional.

He was cooking eggs.

The blue flame on the gas stove was dancing, the egg whites in the pan were round-shaped, and after he placed the yolks on top of them on a plate, beautiful sunnyCside up eggs were done.

At this time, the oven was turned off. He put on a potholder and pulled out the baking tray. He laid the chicken breasts on a white plate and continued cooking asparagus and sausage.

What did you say on an occasion like this?

Oh, head over heels-was the most appropriate word for Freya right now.

She had met a lot of men, and a few of them looked nice in any clothes. Being one of them, Chris looked poised and appeared elegant all the time whether he was in a suit or casual wear. He was a man to drive women crazy.

What she didn't expect was that when he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the spatula, he still had a poised manner, and even struck people as an excellent family man. Moreover, he was still insanely handsome.

She could never let people see Chris like this, otherwise, how many new rivals would she have?

Asparagus and sausages were quickly baked, and Chris put them on plates. He caught sight of Freya standing in the living room, and then he said, "Go brush your teeth, breakfast will be ready soon."

"Oh."

If this was a dream, Freya was willing to dream it all the time. She trotted into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, quickly smeared the skin care products on her face, and then ran out.

Two breakfasts and a fruit salad were placed on the table giving off a tempting aroma, and something was still spinning in the microwave.

Chris had also dressed up. He tied his tie in a Windsor knot and rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, showing his business watch and exquisite but low-key cufflinks. The family man good was gone, and the usual business elite came back.

No matter which side he showed, Freya had only one reaction-she swallowed.

"Ding-" The light in the microwave oven went dark.

Chris suddenly remembered that his phone was in Freya's bedroom, so he walked to the bedroom to fetch it while naturally reminding Freya. "Take the milk out."

The milk in the glass was warm to just the right temperature. Freya took them out, and Chris also came out of the bedroom with his phone.

Freya felt that they were like an ordinary couple, leading a normal but sweet life.

But no, she and Chris promised each other nothing yet.

Freya awakened herself from the dreams, put down the milk and stared at Chris. "How come I don't know that you can cook?"

Chris thought that Freya was pleasantly surprised. "There are still many things you don't know."

Freya tasted the roast chicken breast, which was first-class and very tender. Asparagus was also crisp and delicious. His cooking skills could compare with Joanne's.

She asked Chris enthusiastically. "How many times have you used this trick on women?"

"I never chased after girls."

Chris's former girlfriends were superwomen and could read men's minds. After they naturally got together and when he showed a little indifference after they spent some time together, they would ask, "Is it time for me to leave?"

He handed out a check or a set of keys, and then they became casual acquaintances again.

No one would take interest in his past as Freya had done because they all knew he hated that. The strange thing was that he did not hate Freya's questioning and instead, he even answered them.

However, Freya let out a "tsk", indicating that she did not believe him at all. "Have they all chased after you?"

Chris put down the knife and fork. "Freya, I have nothing to do with them anymore."

Freya remembered what Travis said half a month ago. Travis directly told her that Chris were still in touch with those women.

She looked suspiciously at Chris. "You really have nothing to do with any of them?"