Freya wanted to cry. "Shouldn't I be teasing Chris? Why am I lying upon him like a frog?"

She could no longer continue the "you're dreaming" show.

"Let me go!" She tried hard to separate his hand from her waist.

Of course, Chris would not loosen Freya so quickly, but she had had her nails carefully done, so they were both long and very sharp. If she kept scratching him, she would leave traces that would cause misunderstanding.

He exerted more force again and not only brought Freya onto the bed, but also pinned her down under him. He did even allow her to struggle, let alone scratch him.

Freya had been doing what she wanted for more than 20 years, and it was the first time that she had been "bullied" like this.

She got angry. "Chris, I will warn you again one last time, let me go!"

Chris knew that Freya was only a "paper lion" even if she was angry. He turned a deaf ear to her warning, and leisurely asked, "When did you come back?" She could tell he was in a good mood from his tone.

Freya turned her head away, and reluctantly said, "Half an hour ago."

Chris slightly bowed his head to draw closer to her in a suggestive way. "Why are you back?"

"What a question!" Freya was straightforward and said what was on her mind. "Of course, I came back to see if you're gone." But then again, if you knew I'd gone home, why did you still stay here? Do you prefer my small apartment?"

Before Chris answered, she denied herself. "It doesn't make sense. Your big apartment is luxuriously decorated and is way more comfortable than here."

Chris got near Freya's ears and whispered, "I am afraid that if you come back, you will be sad if you don't see me here."

His warm breath made her ears itch, and Freya was stunned first, and then blurt out a "tsk". "No one will believe that!" Then, she pushed Chris. "Get off me!"

Chris still steadily pressed Freya down. "You promise me to come back here tonight."

"No." Freya said, "I have to go back to play chess with my dad tonight! I promised him last night."

No matter how much she loved Chris, she would still stick to her bottom line. And now, her family was more important than Chris.

"You can call to say that the training will last long tonight and you'll go back tomorrow." Chris immediately offered a solution.

Freya could not deny that this was a valid excuse.

She looked at Chris. "Do you know what you look like now? A big wolf trying to seduce good girls!"

Chris did not care if Freya's metaphor was positive or not. He brushed her cheeks with his slender fingers. "Then will you be seduced, huh?"

Freya was not Joanne, whose face was thinner a cicada's wings. Thus, she definitely would not flush at this kind of act. Instead, she pushed his hand away. "Seduced, my ass! Do you believe I'll kick you if you don't let me go now?"

Chris felt a headache. Freya was really the most savage female creature... he had ever seen.

And he was once again rejected by this primitive creature.

However, this was almost a negligible fraction compared to the number of times he refused Freya.

Therefore, he just let her run wild for a while, waited until she had enough horseplay. By the time, he could almost finish his affairs, and it would not be too late to have her then.

Freya noticed that Chris loosened his hand on her waist. She thought he was not paying attention, so she took the opportunity to push him away, and then quickly got off the bed. She flopped to the carpet by the bed and gave off a heavy bam.

It was painful, but at least, she escaped from the monster.

Chris frowned. Just when he was about to ask her if she was alright, she had swiftly turned over and got up. Sticking out her tongue to him, she slid out of the room.

At the door, Freya turned back. "I cooked rice and heated the dishes. Do you want to eat or not?"

Chris did not expect Freya to find yesterday's food. He raised his lips and rose to wash. In the kitchen, Freya was washing bowls and taking out the rice.

The soup, rice, and vegetables were all served on the table, and Chris had cleaned up and came out of the bathroom. He put on a well-ironed suit and a dark tie of the same brand. Even the way he walked was calm and steady.

He did not have such an intense atmosphere as Brian did, but he had a restrained self-confidence, and the aura he showed when he negotiated was equally impressive.

Freya always thought he looked good all the time.

Chris used to hate gazes from women. They leered at him like he was an exhibit, and then they smiled shyly with their mouths compressed. However, Freya liked to stare at him straightforwardly. Her eyes were aggressive and bold, and in the end, it was he who could not take it anymore.

Now, the more Freya stared at him boldly, the more likely he was going to think of something.

To prevent himself from doing anything unexpected, Chris pushed a bowl of soup to Freya. "Try it."

Freya had tasted Joanne's soup numerous times, but today she first had soup cooked by Chris. She ate it with expectation and was not disappointed. It was both fresh and rich in flavor, and she could still feel the fragrance between her teeth after she gulped it down.

Between Chris and Joanne, Freya found that she could not tell whose skills were better.

She simply asked Chris, "You and Joanne, who's a better cook?"

Chris did not even compare with Joanne, but said blandly, "I taught her."

Freya was stunned and more curious. "But why do you cook? Should you be someone who never does chores?" With this successful guy look on the surface, who would believe it if she told people that he could cook?

"When I just went abroad, I wasn't used to fries and burgers, and I didn't find an authentic Chinese restaurant, so I cooked myself." Chris said as if it were no sweat. "It took me half a year to cook some really good food."

Freya. ""

She once felt that it was a miracle that people turned the ingredients into delicious food, so she had also learned cooking from Joanne on a whim and learned very hard.

However, it was useless to learn hard. She either nearly destroyed the kitchen or wasted a lot of fresh ingredients.

After a few times, Joanne begged her not to enter the kitchen again. She should only eat, and no matter what she wanted, Joanne promised that she would cook it for her.

Later, as long as she could name the dish, Joanne could make it. Even at the first time to make that dish, Joanne was able to control the quality very well.

Since then, she felt that cooking was a talent.

Freya could not help but sigh. "Unfortunately, Joanne is married, and she has almost become Brian's exclusive chef. Chris, will you cook for me in the future?"

"What is so hard with that?" Chris promised. "The premise is that you have to move back to the apartment."

He now had the keys to her apartment and could enter her apartment anytime and do whatever he wanted. No matter how she thought about it, Freya deemed this request... dangerous.

"No!" She once again refused Chris. "The chefs are all over the world, and the restaurants are all over the streets. I don't believe that I can't find anything delicious!"

"But those restaurants are open to the world." Chris's slight smile was full of temptation and seduction. "I can only cook for you, just like Joanne only cook for Brian."

Freya admitted that this was a huge temptation. The word "good" had already reached her lips. If it were in the past, she would agree while being moved to tears.

But now, everything was not necessarily in that case.

She raised her lips and said very proudly, "Forget it!" Chris used to use these words to reject her.

After half an hour, both of them were full, and Freya automatically cleaned up the table. "This is the best breakfast I have ever had, thank you."

After Freya washed the dishes and put them back on the rack, it was just the right time. Freya took the bag and went downstairs with Chris. After entering the elevator, she saw them standing side by side from the elevator door and couldn't help laughing. "People will take us as a couple. By the way, how many people have eaten food cooked by you?"

"Even Joanne has not eaten them, so what do you think?"

Freya widened her eyes incredulously-was she the only who had tasted food cooked by him?

She laughed again. "Then, I'm really lucky! Hey, are you going to send me to the company today?" Yesterday she proposed it and was rejected by Chris.

Chris said, "Be careful when you drive."

Still, he refused her.

Freya was not angry but curious. "Chris, why don't you dare to send me?" Is it because you have a fling with some female star in our company and don't dare to let her see me coming out of your car?"

Chris smiled. "Don't overthink, the only person I want to have a fling with now is you."

"Pooh!" Freya disapproved him without reservation. "I have nothing to do with you!"

After that, she opened the door and started the car. The red Ferrari swiftly got on the driveway and quickly disappeared from Chris's sight.

Chris looked into the direction where Freya disappeared and gradually narrowed his eyes.

It would not be long before Freya lost the right to talk back to him.

At this time, a black car parked next to Chris, and the driver got off to open the door of the back seat for him. "Boss Scott, sorry, I am late."

"It's OK." Chris was in a good mood, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle. "I have just got downstairs."

The driver knew that Chris hated waiting the most. The reason why he said it did not matter was probably that Freya saved him.

However, during all this time, didn't Freya upset him every time she showed up? Could it be that after Freya's pursuit for so many years, she finally saw the rainbow and would seal the relationship with Chris?

The driver was pondering, and Chris began to read the documents as soon as he got in the car. Both of them did not notice that a camera with a telephoto lens was slowly retracting, and the scene of Chris and Freya coming out from the apartment was already wholly recorded.

After the lens withdrew, two paparazzi in the car lit their cigarettes and talked.

"Does Chris ever look for women in showbiz? Why is he suddenly with this young model who has no fame at all?"

The other smiled. "He didn't want them before, and now he doesn't want them either. He is helping her! Just wait, if the show becomes a hit, and the woman also wins the championship, then we'll have another scoop."

"The title will be like this: Shifting Chris Makes His New Model Lover Famous!"

"Ha, but then again, Chris changed. This one is hot. In the past, all of them were superwoman, and we couldn't get a thing out of them."

"Right, who's your source?"

"He didn't tell me his name or want a penny for this, and he used a pay phone. It means that they don't want the money at all, but only want to smear Chris and Freya."

"Well-" The man sighed. "Stabbing people in the back is normal in this circle."