"Patter-"

The sound of opening the door.

Hearing the sound, Freya, who was originally sitting on the sofa, immediately jumped up. She suddenly felt unwilling to be found by Chris, and then looked for a place to hide.

Chris changed his shoes and entered the living room. Suddenly he felt that something was wrong-there seemed to be a shadow inside the house.

A cold voice had sounded. "Who?"

"..." There was no movement in the room as if it had been only his imagination.

The property management here was known for its safety. It was very difficult for non-residents to come in. Chris did not believe that the thief would dare to steal from him.

He looked back at the shoe cabinet-Freya's slippers were gone.

It was self-evident who was in the house.

Chris pretended to be nervous. Then, he pretended to gasp and directly went to the sofa with all the lights off. When he just sat down, as expected, there was a noise.

He pretended not to notice anything, poured himself a glass of water, and at the same time, he saw a pair of hands reaching to him out of the corner of his eye...

He stopped pouring the water, grabbed the hand and pulled her over-

"Ahhhhh!"

Freya did not think she had been found, in panic, she entirely fell to Chris. Frustratedly, she thus simply lay on his legs and raised her head. "How did you know it was me?"

"Who else except you can come in?"

"..." It sounded explausible.

Freya was speechless, struggling to get up.

"Bang." Chris slapped on her hips. "Don't move!"

"..." Freya angrily glared at Chris, but she really did not dare to move.

"Didn't you say that you are going home today?" Chris asked her, "Why are you here?"

Freya pretended to be dissatisfied. "You don't want me to come to your place? Hey, my car is downstairs!"

She indicated that she could leave at any time.

Chris slightly raised his brows and held Freya in case she really ran. "What if I work overtime until the early morning?"

"I'll wait for you then." Freya did not hesitate, and the smile on her lips was excessively bright.

Chris noticed something and stared at Freya and asked, "You know it?"

"Of course!" Freya did not pretend anymore and swiftly got up. "I have come back for a long time. How can I know nothing? You..." She paused, looking at Chris's eyes, and suddenly became serious. "Why did you do so?"

"Afraid of you making things worse." Chris said, "Public relations department can handle such things."

Indeed, if Freya knew in the beginning, she would stand out and argue with the so-called "inside reporter", and the company's public relations plan would be completely disrupted by her.

So Chris's worry was right. He took her to Yenford, and everything settled when they were back. Not only her mood was not affected, but they also had a few days' happy time.

"Chris, thank you." In addition to her parents, Freya thanked a person's care for her for the first time.

"Thank you is enough?" Chris frowned. "Can you show me a little sincerity?"

Freya did not dodge and went to kiss Chris hard.

Very sensible, and Chris was very satisfied, but... this was not enough.

He seized the back of Freya's head, took the initiative to deepen her slight kiss, and tasted her unique taste that he loved at will.

"Hmm"

Freya didn't expect this, but the struggle was ineffective, so she simply tried to respond to Chris.

It wasn't until Freya was out of breath that Chris let go of her, and he said by her ear, "Stay tonight, huh?"

"I..." Freya bit her lips and looked at Chris. She was struggling, while her eyes were full of charm.

She was deliberate, and Chris knew that. However, he could control his action and once again, he possessed the two lips which were red like poppies...

Once, he extremely hated it when a woman tried to play tricks with him. He had been in the business circle for so many years, and what ruthless means hadn't he seen?

But when Freya occasionally played with him, he not only did not know how to get angry but also occasionally became actually trapped by her.

She was his irresistible poppy.

Freya deliberately struggled just to make Chris anxious, but unexpectedly, she miscalculated-he did not care about her answer, but felt anxious about another different thing!

And she had no chance to regret it.

But at this time, she clearly saw that Chris had frowned. He didn't seem dissatisfied with anything, but looked uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?" She released Chris. Seeing his brow furrowed deeper, she also felt more nervous.

"Nothing." Chris signaled at Freya not to worry and said, "I haven't eaten and felt a little uncomfortable in the stomach."

"You didn't have dinner? Why don't you eat before coming back?"

"I want to go home to eat." Chris said.

Freya looked at Chris contemptuously. "You didn't act like you were going to eat at all just now."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "I forgot it when I saw you."

Freya had to admit this sentence was very useful.

Her look was unusually soft. "What do you want to eat? I'll help you cook!"

"Try another filling for wonton."

Freya minced meat, while Chris was preparing other things, and soon, they made more than twenty. They put wonton into the soup to cook, and soon, two bowls of steaming hot wontons were served.

Freya's bowl was very small, and only a few pieces of wonton were lying under the soup. Chris urged her to taste and asked her how it tasted at the end.

"Delicious." Freya nodded. "How do you think of it?"

Business magazines often praised Chris as a business genius, and now she thought his cooking skills were even more great.

Chris dodged the question. "I knew you'd like it." He stroked her head. "Next time, I'll cook a big bowl of them for you."

Freya saw a smile full of achievement for the first time on his face as if he had done something that made himself very satisfied.

She couldn't help but guess that when Chris wanted to go home to eat, did he want to try this stuffing at home so he could make them for her next time?

"Chris..." Freya's trembling voice betrayed her emotion. "One more time, I might not only want you this life, but also in the next life."

Chris smiled and slowly said, "I just want you to want me forever."

Freya. "..."

After eating wonton, Freya pulled Chris to accompany her to see the rest half of the movie she didn't finish last time. Chris was unwilling. "Time to sleep."

Freya looked at the time. "It's still early, besides, after eating wontons, you can hardly sleep. Or... you go to take a shower?"

Chris raised his eyebrows and silently agreed. Freya got up and gave him pajamas. He asked, "Do you have to watch this movie today?"

Freya nodded in certainty.

"I'll accompany you for twenty minutes."

Chris really did not move until the film only had ten minutes left and then went to take a shower.

When the word "end" appeared on the screen, he just finished and walked out of the bathroom. Freya had not been able to say anything and was wrapped up by him. He said, "I just eat too much."

Freya looked at him. "So?"

"Do some exercise to digest."

Freya glared and then fell into Chris's arms...

...

After a few days of intensive training, Freya would face the expected seventh knockout round of Top Model.

She set off from the company to the TV station. Candy especially turned down other artists' projects to accompany her. Candy reminded her, "You should be prepared."

Since the outbreak of the hidden rule scandals, all these were all handled by the company, and Freya did not appear.

This time at the TV station, there must be many reporters. The entertainment reporters had always had tricky problems. If Freya didn't have some mental preparations, she would easily fall into the trap they dug.

Freya nodded. "Rest assured, I can deal with it."

"And," Candy added, "After the game is over, take a rest for several days. On Monday, you have to take a group of street shots. There is an interview with a fashion magazine on Tuesday morning, and the company arranges you to attend a small event in the afternoon. It will be very busy next."

Freya leaned on the headrest of the seat and sighed.

She began to miss the old town time when there were only Chris and her.

When she arrived at the TV station, Freya had not got off the car, and the door was blocked by the swarming entertainment reporters. She glanced at the labels on the high-raised microphones and found almost all the major media had come.

Was she going to dominate the trending list again tomorrow?

"Freya, is the post online true?"

"Freya, how do you look at the online post and the netizens' questioning of you these days?"

"Freya, do you have any words to your supporters?"

"Freya..."

Candy came up to protect Freya. "Memorial media friends, I am sorry, Freya is now going to prepare for the competition. We will accept the interview after the game, and we will welcome you to ask questions."

"It's a long time before the game starts, Freya, can't you answer now?" Entertainment reporters began to heckle step by step.

Freya stopped. Candy knew something bad was going to happen. She wanted to stop Freya, but it was too late-

"Yes." Freya slightly smiled and looked straightly into the camera. "I would like to say thank you to those who still support me. I will not let you down."

"What about internet rumors?" They continued, "Do you have anything to say?"

If in the past, according to Freya's temper, she would have been furious and started to teach others how to be a decent person.

But she understood now that she could only use her mouth, not her hand.

"About this, the company has responded on behalf of me and has explained it very clearly."

Freya tried to keep a smile to say that. Candy, again, emphasized that she needed to prepare for the game, and then naturally pulled her into the television station. The bodyguards stopped the entertainment reporters who followed.

In the elevator, Candy looked at Freya with great interest. "I thought you would lose your temper just now."

"I would, in the past." Freya took a deep breath and looked into the mirror in the elevator. "But now... I am Chris's girlfriend!"

She didn't care about her image as a public figure but she cared about Chris's face.

Candy shook her head. "Love is terrifying."

Freya just laughed, and the smile clearly showed her pleasure.