Time quickly passed, and then Chris just let go of Freya.

Freya slightly gasped, and her beautiful eyes looked out of focus against the lights on both sides of the strait. Her whole expression seemed to be somewhat blank.

This appearance would only make him want to bully her. Chris clearly felt there was something stirring inside...

Fortunately, the buzzing sound of discharging the water by the awning boat awakened Freya.

She unnaturally lifted her hair, only to feel that her cheeks were hot as if they were going to explode.

Shit! She must be blushing...

Fortunately, the lights on both sides of the strait were not very bright. Otherwise, if Chris saw her appearance, God knew for how long he would make fun of her.

At this time, the boat turned slowly back.

Freya doubted. "Hey? How do I feel that the ship didn't run for a long time? How come it returns so quickly?"

Chris raised the corner of his lips. "In fact, it has been a long time, because you paid no attention to it."

Because her attention was on the kiss...

Freya suddenly felt as if her cheeks were hotter...

On the way back, she decided to ignore Chris! She pestered him to rent a boat for the night view!

Then, Freya leaned against the ship to see the lights and tourists on the shore, breathing the fresh air in the town, and suddenly exclaimed. "In fact, people living here are very happy, having the scenery and growing old carefreely."

Or, they opened a small shop, received different guests, watched the green river greeting the sun everyday. These simple things could make them very happy.

They were not able to live here for a long time. Chris thought about it and said, "If you like it, we can come here every year for a period of time."

"... Once is enough." Freya carried water with her hand and poured back into the river. "There are many beautiful towns in the world, and next time there will be nothing new about it."

After a pause, she seriously added a sentence, "Yes, I'm like that! Love the new and loathe the old!"

"It goes the same for people?" There was a trace of danger in Chris's slightly rising note.

Freya was astonished and pursed her lips. "If it's the same for a person, I have already left you and loved others."

Chris held Freya with a small amount of strength, but he quietly suggested that she could not shake it off at all, "First, you'll have to be able to leave me."

"..." Freya's mouth twitched, and three words appeared in her mind: playing a rogue.

""

"Sir, and miss, we are back to the dock." The sound of the boatman rang at the bow.

"Thank you."

Freya and Chris stood up together. Chris first went ashore and then reached out to Freya to bring her up.

It was already 9 o'clock, and some shops on the old street already closed, but Freya was still in high spirits, pulling Chris to go on strolling. "I eat a little more in the evening, walk more as a kind of exercise."

Chris pulled Freya, slightly lowered his head, and his lips almost touched her ears. "Go back, we have a better way of exercise."

His warm breath indefinitely spread from her ear to Freya's skin. Gradually, Freya was unnatural.

She stared at Chris but said nothing, but the crimson face betrayed her.

Chris no longer said anything and pulled Freya's hand back home.

When the door was opened, there were warm lights on the wall of the yard, and the whole yard was dark, but there was a kind of indescribable atmosphere to the right extent. Chris locked the door, and the next second Freya fell into his arms.

Being together for so long, Freya could totally know what he was thinking, so she smilingly blocked his hand. "I'll bath first." She said in a charming voice.

Chris looked at her deeply and even let her go.

Freya felt somewhat strange, but afraid of Chris regretting. She didn't dare to think twice, returned to the room with pajamas and rushed to the bathroom.

When closing the door, suddenly, a slender arm came in, just right between the door and the door frame, so that the wooden door could not be closed.

Slowly, Freya understood Chris's eyes and why he would let go of her so easily...

Shit, she knew that Chris was not that easy to be persuaded!

He easily pushed the door and smiled so happily. "Together."

Not a request, not an inquiry, but a flat command.

Freya had not yet responded, but Chris had already come in, and the wooden door was closed.

The second day, Arlington.

Maya sat in front of the computer and opened a gossip website to find her post. The response below was a lot less, and it was unimportant discussions of netizens. She then logged into X, but found the hashtags about Freya's hidden rules and "Seeing at the Finals" were no longer on the trending list.

This was the result of Lambert Group Media Co. 's public relations, and she knew it, or, she had long expected it.

She couldn't have been unprepared if she had anticipated it.

She contacted the Internet water army she had bought, but the head said they would give the money back.

Maya's face flashed a harsh look. She was almost crushing the telephone. "Why?"

"The public relations manager of Lambert Group Media Co. found me and they said, 'they have found out that you made up the post'. Freya's background was even bigger than you think, so you'd better stop."

Then the person on the other end hung up the phone.

On this side, with a "boom", Maya crushed a telephone.

Why were they all protecting Freya? Lambert Group Media Co. protected her, and Chris also protected her!

In this case, they'd better be prepared for her acting in advance.

Maya took the mobile phone and contacted the editor-in-chief of a famous weekly gossip magazine. She directly said that she had evidence of the hidden rules of Freya's on her hands and could send them for free. The sales volume of their weekly magazines must soar next week.

The editor pondered for a moment and sighed.

"What? You don't want such a good story?" Rather than surprised, Maya was angry, to be precise.

"It's not that I don't want it, but I can't." The chief editor said, "The news had been spread yesterday. Freya's backer is Brian, in addition, there is another backer or someone who is equal to Brian, in short, they're all too powerful. We are a small weekly newspaper, and how dare we provoke Brian?"

After saying that, the editor hung up the phone. This time, Maya threw the cellphone.

Calming herself down for 10 minutes, Maya's eyes became fierce again.

Even if there was no team, even if she was alone, she would not let Freya off!

But in fact, Freya's things were cooling down. The post on the gossip website was getting fewer hits, and fewer posts were mentioning the hashtag on X. on Wednesday, the netizens seemed to have forgotten about this matter and turned their energy to other gossips.

So when she returned for the seventh episode of the game, Freya couldn't feel any intensity, nor the hype when the incident first went viral online.

"Freya?" Mrs. Norris patted her daughter on the shoulder. "Silly? Because of this news, we have been trying to reach you in the past few days, but your agent answered all our phone calls. She said that you and Chris went to travel, and the company would deal with this matter."

"Company..." Freya was astonished. "Really handled very well..."

She felt a little strange, and her memory returned to the day when the incident happened-on Sunday morning, she let Chris help her pick up the call from Candy.

At that time, Candy must have wanted to tell her the thing, but Chris chose to hide, and took her to the small town outside the city to escape from the first storm in her life.

No wonder he took over her electronic products and only brought a private mobile phone. He didn't want to keep her away from the phone, but just didn't want her to know what was going on outside.

He spent so many days accompanying her while he was so busy.

Even the parents who loved her the most could not have done it.

"Freya, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Norris looked at Freya and felt more confused, because she had never seen this expression on her daughter's face.

"Nothing." Freya gradually realized and smiled at her mother. "Mum, things have passed."

Mrs. Norris pointed to the iPad screen. "They said that..."

"Mom!" Freya interrupted her mother. "What do you think? Am I that kind of person?"

"Then everything's fine." Mrs. Norris sighed. "This was why your father and I didn't agree with you going into this circle. Look at this. It was all over the place, and you probably didn't know how many people had tried to talk to me about this. This time your father and I lost face all becasue of you."

Freya snickered. She hugged her mother. "After I took the championship, it'll be like a slap on their faces! Just wait, I will win your face back!"

Then she got up and went out. Mrs. Norris stopped her. "You had not eaten yet. Where are you going? Didn't you said you'll stay at home to have dinner with your dad and me?"

"I have something. I'm not coming back tonight. Don't wait for me."

After that, Freya entered the garage and took the car. The red Ferrari galloped on the road in the villa area and headed straight to Chris's apartment.

At noon, Chris just returned to Arlington. He didn't even have the time to send Freya home before he went to the company.

He was away for so many days. Although the deputy general and Jack could handle something, there were still a lot of things that needed him to deal with, and they had been very urgent. He did not have time for lunch and rushed to work.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, he had finally dealt with a small half of the work, and the rest was not so urgent. Jack knocked on the door and came in, saying, "Boss Scott, we should call it a day. You have not eaten. You can deal with the rest of the things tomorrow."

Freya back, but Chris did not hurriedly go home. When Jack reminded him that he had not eaten yet, he then vaguely felt somewhat uncomfortable in the stomach. He nodded, put on his coat and left with Jack.

"Boss Scott, are you going to have dinner first or go back to your apartment?"

"Go back." Chris got on the car, opened a bottle of mineral water and drank a few mouthfuls. He saw Jack's hesitant face and smiled. "I will go back and eat."

Jack finally felt relieved and drove the car toward Chris's apartment. However, he was just curious-To save time, Chris had been eating outside all the time. What was this all about today? He'll go home to cook for himself?

In fact, Chris only thought a new way of making the wonton stuff. He wanted to go back and tried the taste.

Freya liked wonton very much.