Freya made no attempt to hide her complacency.

She pursed her lips and said, "That's right! I have told you a thousand times that I am Miss Popularity, you just won't hate me!"

"..."

It was the first time for Chris to have expressed his affection so seriously, which only served to invoke nothing but her narcissism?

But such was Freya, a long-existing fact unnecessary to be fussed over, considering there was a long way to go in their relationship hereafter.

Freya "coughed, trying to look earnest. "Chris, there's something I'm wondering about."

"Go ahead."

"So... last night... why didn't you tell me that?"

Chris's intention was so conspicuous yesterday as to perhaps seem intimidating to her. But had he confessed his affection to her yesterday, she would definitely have been touched and accepted his love, which would be a sure thing since he thought he knew her well.

"But why didn't he then?"

Unexpectedly, Chris raised his brows with displeasure and uttered a cold and solemn voice. "Freya, I mean it. What do you think about that sentence? Honeyed words to seduce you? "

Freya was taken aback-"If Su had tried to fool me with that sentence, he would have definitely succeeded."

But if she said that, would Chris wring her neck?

Thinking of this, Freya swiftly gave a gentle charming smile and pinched Chris's face. "I am so very touched!" After that, she kissed Su hard.

She was really moved, but moved by her own persistence with him.

It had been more than a decade of her hot pursuit before the man who now became hers. Now she was no more miserable after Chris's confessions.

From now on, could she ride on Chris's head?

Chris saw through what Freya was thinking at once, so he had to preempt. "You'd better mind my words from now on! You may only try something like walking the catwalk or modeling on magazine covers!"

Freya. "But I wanna make a splash from models to showbiz..."

"You don't need to." Chris interrupted. "Plus, no films and TV shows!"

Young actresses seldom performed without love stories, even as minor roles. Unless he was blind, he would loath to see Norris's intimacy with other men, even if on the screen.

"How can I make a fortune without fame?" Freya deliberately fell into his bosom. "Damn it. Will you provide for me?"

Chris snorted. "I can absolutely!"

"Then get me some clothes first at least!" Freya hardened herself slightly. "I'm going back home this afternoon; how can I wear this?"

Su dialed a number and explained a few words. The other end asked, "Boss Scott, could you tell me the lady's height and sizes?"

"173 cm." Chris began to study Freya carefully and suddenly circled her into his arms. With his hands, Chris gave Freya's measurements.

No sooner had he hung up the phone did Freya climb onto his body. "How can you be so exact? I bet it's not the first for you."

"Really?" Chris looked at his hands. "First time for me indeed."

"Nonsense!"

Freya wouldn't believe it, but she asked no further and became a mess with Chris on the sofa.

More than forty minutes later when the doorbell rang, Chris tapped Freya. "The clothes! Go open the door."

Freya responded and opened the door with only her head sticking out. Suddenly, she was stunned-Why was it Ada, chief secretary of Brian?

Ada was surprised to see Chris and Freya, but her professionalism enabled her to make the appropriate response. "Miss Norris, please try it on!"

"Thank you."

Freya walked her way back into the living room, with the clothes and a complicated mind.

Had she not seen Ada, she would have forgotten the disaster caused by her-she leaked the Everbridge Group's scheme, which was known by all the staff of it.

Now that they had been an item, slanders must find their way... among the staff.

Seeing Freya was brooding, Chris asked, "Don't you like the clothes that Ada sent?"

"Why did you ask Ada to do it?" Freya stared at him in bewilderment, which later became anxiety and insecurity." What if she breaks this new...?

She couldn't bear to say more.

Having appreciated Freya's moods, he beckoned to her. "Come over here."

Freya moved slowly but finally went to him.

"I've told you that I mean it." Chris cradled her into his arms. "I am not in the slightest interested in secret love, so I won't hide our relationship."

"So that's why he let Ada know it?" She thought.

Freya drooped her head. "As for the shit I've done that time..."

Chris cradled her again to stop her. "I know you were not deliberate. Needless to mention it again, alright?"

Now Freya was inexpressibly moved and nodded hard. "I promise you that!"

Now Chris didn't understand. "Promise what?"

"I won't be an actress." Freya said after a thought, "And I will quit drinking!... Of course, I may drink a little when necessary..."

"Freya..." Chris suddenly called her.

" Yes?"

"... Nothing much." Chris would have said somthing but he changed the topic. "What time are you going home this afternoon? I will send you back."

"At four or five o'clock." Freya did not notice Chris's unusualness, and anwsered without hesitation, "I have to go back for dinner with my parents."

"Come back tonight." Now Chris's head was buried between Freya's shoulder and neck. The hot breath made her itch.

Freya moved, feeling uncomfortable. "You know that I've moved back and now I'm living with my parents."

"Come and live with me ASAP."

Freya was speechless for a long while. "My dad will kill me."

"You can rest assured." Chris smiled. "I will tell him about us."

For a moment, Freya suspected what she had heard.

For so many years, she had known almost every girlfriend of Chris. She also had known Chris had his rule: He had kept his every girlfriend and himself away from each other's family and friends.

"But he just now said that he was going to visit her father?"

Unable to hold back the smile on her lips, she laid down on the sofa with Chris's legs as a pillow. "I am coming to you tomorrow!"

Chris hooked up a wisp of Freya's curly hair and agreed with a trifle reluctance.

Soon, Freya fell asleep on the sofa. Chris held her back to the bedroom in arms and dialed Maya's number.

A riverside cafe, less than five minutes' drive from Chris's apartment, was where he would meet Maya.

Maya made up obviously exquisitely but looked quite gaunt, which was as if not to be reduced even with the best cosmetics. Only sheer emptiness possessed her eyes. "Chris, now you are finally willing to see me."

"Now Freya's my girlfriend." Chris was so straightforward.

Maya's shoulders collapsed, as if she lost her soul. "How is it possible? How could it be..."

Freya had been after Su for so many years. Hadn't Chris always refused her? Whatever had Freya done?

"She and I will get married," Chris said.

Maya's shock just now evolved into a feeling no different from receiving a blockbuster.

She shook her head subconsciously and tried to catch Chris by the hand. "No, you can't do this..."

"I am here to tell you that I know all the shit you've done to her." Chris was calm but cold. "Considering Uncle John, I won't make it open, nor will I punish you. But I will show no mercy if you persecute her anymore!"

"No, you can't do this!" Maya suddenly got excited. "Don't you forget what you promised to my father..."

"Uncle John helped me out in the past, but I've repaid my debt." Chris broke Maya's words. "It was in gratitude for his help that I had promised to him to take care of you, but I may have to retract the promise when it's become unworthy."

"..." Maya knew she could no longer use the relationship between Chris and her father to her advantage and thus no longer had reason to approach Chris as she had wanted to.

"Maya, here's my advice: Don't try it on, or you will ruin yourself."

After that, Chris got up and left the cafe without hesitation.

The sun was warm that autumn afternoon, but Maya felt that she was shivering all over.

Their relationship came to an end despite all her insinuation, and she lost to Freya.

"Why does he love her? Why does he love that ignorant and dissipated chick?"

She just couldn't let go of him!

Chris had warned of her crooked ways which would ruin her. However, she had already gone too far and couldn't turn back...

In contrast, now Chris was in a completely different mood from Maya's.

Chris had rarely bought things for himself, for having had no time and thought it unnecessary to waste time on these trivial matters.

But today he did the unnecessary thing by walking into the 24/7 convenience shop downstairs.

Freya didn't seem particular about her purchase, but actually, she had some petite die-hard habits such as having a partiality for no other than mineral water of a certain brand.

If he was not wrong, there was no mineral water left at home.

"Hello, sir! That'll be 269 dollars."

Chris paid up and carried a carton of the water upstairs, making the security staff in the hall gape incredibly-the man had never gone up without his hands being in pockets.

Chris put several bottles of water into the fridge first thing and then returned into his room.

Freya still asleep, he came to the bedside and smoothed away some hair hiding her cheek. Suddenly her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened.

Freya always took a snap at noon but she became energetic again. Seeing Chris had got changed, she asked with confusion, "You went out just now?"

Chris said, "Yes. It's half past three, wanna get up?"

"Yes!" Freya habitually kicked the quilt away, only to shrill "Ah!!!" remembering that she was wearing Chris's shirt with shirt-tails rolled in. So, she pulled back the quilt in a hurry.

But that was in vain, Chris saw it all.

"Don't laugh!" She became fierce.

Chris dragged Freya out of bed. "I have seen it more than once, so needless to cover yourself." Chris gave the bag brought by Ada to her. "Put this on if you don't want me to see it again."

This time, Freya seemed very docile-she took the clothes and rushed into the bathroom.