Before screaming, Freya looked carefully and found the figure in the shadow a little familiar.

He was against the light and she could not clearly saw his face. But his slim and straight figure was outlined by the light from the balcony. She didn't know whether he was wearing a casual suit or a tailored one. He just stood there and looked like a top male model standing on an international stage.

Besides Chris, who else could it be?

Freya dared not to move. She clenched her fists, with nails deeply sunk in her palm, bringing the growing pain.

She was using the pain to keep herself sober, or if she could not restrain herself, she would jump on Chris like a hungry wolf.

Seeing Freya standing still, Chris slightly frowned and approached her.

In the silent dark, the sound made by his steps was particularly clear. It seemed that with every step he took, Freya's heart could feel something. Freya screamed in her heart. "No."

If Chris came over, he would find out.

Freya bit hard to keep her mouth closed. She could not control her feet but stepped back and did not allow herself to make any suspicious sound.

Her movement was nothing but avoidance in Chris's eyes.

He suddenly frowned deeper, walked faster to grab Freya's hand. By the next second, she was in his arms.

"Ah..."

In the end, she failed to restrain herself. She exclaimed and there was no sign of terror in her voice. However, she panted suspiciously in the end.

Chris noticed something and lowered his aura. He grabbed Freya tightly. "Where did you go with Travis?"

"... Bar, the bar."

Freya felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling on her skin and were ready to get into her body. She felt the heat, instead of a fever, the heat seemed to come from the fire burning inside her.

She restrained the void pain and it was difficult for her to speak even a syllable.

Chris did not need to ask and knew what had happened. He reached out to turn on the light but was stopped by Lui Freya. "Don't, don't turn on the light, please..." She did not know what she looked exactly now but she knew she must look disgraceful.

She could allow Chris to see her any look but she did not want him to see her disgrace.

Chris withdrew his hand. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see Freya by the light from the balcony. He could saw her red lips slightly open and the abnormal blush on her face.

His heart suddenly started to race.

That effect of the drug seemed to be contagious.

Chris looked away to think how to solve the problem without hurting Freya.

It was at that time when Freya suddenly leaned on him.

Since the beginning of the drug attack, Freya had been restraining and controlling herself. But at the moment when Chris pulled her into his arms, she felt that she had found the cure.

"Chris," she pleaded, "help me."

"Freya!" Chris pushed her away. "Sober up!"

"Oh..." Freya gave a painful whimper. "I'm in so much pain. Chris, help me..."

Looking at Freya, for a moment, Chris was almost unable to control himself, but fortunately, he could at least think rational for that moment.

He was contemptuous of the moves of taking advantage of others when they were weak.

While thinking like that, he held Freya up and walked to the bathroom.

In early autumn, Arlington had been a little cold. Girls could not take a cold water shower anymore. Chris put Freya in the bathtub and turned on the tap to the great extent, trying to bring her back to her senses with cold water.

However, how could it be so easy to bring her senses back when she already run out of them?

Freyai just felt that the fire was still burning. The cold water made her cold. She curled up and tightly hugged herself in the bathtub and could think nothing because the shift of heat and coldness was almost driving her crazy.

Chris, who was standing on the edge of the bathtub, did not feet good either.

If the method did not work and could not make Freya feel better, he would not care whether she was at a weak stage or not anymore.

The water in the bathtub soon covered Freya. Perhaps she was adapted to the coldness and gradually stopped trembling. She just curled up in the bathtub, like an injured little animal.

No one knew how long it had passed when her head flapped down. Chris called her several times but she did not react. Maybe she had lost her consciousness.

Chris dragged Freya out from the bathtub. He held her on his arms, walked to the living room and put her on the sofa. Then, he quickly brought the clean pajamas and a dry towel.

He changed her clothes and dried the cold water on her body. The abnormal blush on her face faded out a lot. Chris thought that he was faced with the biggest challenge in his life.

Finally, he closed his eyes, held up Freya and went back to the room. He put her underneath the quilt and it was at the moment when his cellphone rang. No matter what kind of message it was, at least it could distract him for a while.

Chris took his cellphone to the balcony of the living room and found it was an e-mail from Jack.

Jack found out what happened on the catwalk tonight.

Chris had suspected that the accident was made by someone, especially someone among the 19 contestant models. As expected, the result confirmed his guess. But he did not expect that someone had instructed Kaylee to do that.

The person who had instructed her was Maya.

Chris immediately dialed Jack's number.

"It is so late now. Have you not slept yet?" Jack was very surprised when he answered the call. He hesitated but finally asked, "What are we going to do?"

If the responsibility was all on Kaylee, it would be very easy to solve. Jack did not even need to ask Chris. But when it came to Maya, he dared not act rashly.

"Don't let Freya know first." Chris had a headache and had to knead his temples. "I will take care of it."

"... OK. But last time we have held out on Miss Norris. This time if she finds out..."

Jack did not continue but Chris had known what he would say.

These two events were very hurtful to Freya. Since they were associated with Zheng Mei, Chris had to carefully handle them.

Such caution may be interpreted as covering criminals by someone with ulterior motives.

According to Freya's temper, if she knew the entire truth, she would not just ignore Chris for a time.

If she had had a good-temper like that, she would have forgiven Travis now.

"In fact, she was suspicious that her shoes had been touched by someone." Chris warned Jack. "Don't let her find out. When it is time, I will tell her everything."

Jack said yes. "I know what to do next."

Chris hung off. A breath of wind at early autumn night drifted in. The coldness crawled in through every pore on his body. He had already forgotten the romantic feeling and just left the frowned eyebrows on his face.

When he walked by the living room to his room, he saw the cigarette and lighter on the table. Finally, he didn't restrain himself, smoked in the wind and then returned to his room.

Freya had fallen asleep. He touched her hand and found it was not as cold as when she was just out from the bathtub and the blush on her face disappeared.

Chris opened the quilt and lay down. As if she had noticed something, Freya squatted her lips in her dream and shrank to a place farther away from him.

He raised his lips but smiled helplessly.

If she knew what he had held out on her, she would also subconsciously stay away from him when she was awake.

When in the past, they played each other's role. He had wanted to stay away while Freya shamelessly wanted to get close.

When did he start to want Freya?

He once thought it was the most recent, but the memories that came up told him that it was a long time ago.

At the time when Joanne married Brian, Freya knew Travis and danced face to face with him in the bar.

Freya was that kind of person who could make a lot of friends wherever she went. She had many male friends and got along well with anyone. He never cared about it because he knew she just took them as friends and would not develop further.

Not until that time when he saw her with Travis, did he find something between Travis and Freya that could be seen as "tacit understanding." Within a few days, they had gotten familiar with each other. Freya even pretended to share a hotel room with Travis to help Travis drive away his girlfriend.

From that time on, he had a sense of crisis, but he could not realize that there was a sense of crisis because he cared about Freya.

Luckily, it was not too late for him to act.

But before he could stay with Freya, he still had a lot to address.