The last time... the last time...

Freya prevented herself from thinking about it again. She glared at him with her beautiful eyes and sighed, with a deep breath to suppress her burning cheeks. "This pajama is worth 998 dollars! It's of good quality!"

"Is it?" In a flash, Chris had already circled Freya's waist with his arms. "I will test it."

Freya blocked Chris in time. "You are not tired after working until now?" She did not miss the tiredness on Chris's face the moment he reached home.

"Tired..." Chris said, "Do you want to try it for yourself?"

After personal experimentation, Freya came to a conclusion:

Chris could still work until the sun rose.

She felt it not long before the next day's sun woke her up, and she vaguely remembered today was the weekend and Chris didn't need to go to work, so she turned on the bed, lay in his arms to continue to sleep.

How long she dozed off again, she did not know. When she woke up again, she seemed to hear rustles of pages. She managed to lift her eyelids and saw Chris reading files, so she asked him, "What time is it?"

Chris said, "10:30."

It was not early.

Freya struggled to get up but felt sore and feeble all over her body. When she was about to collapse onto Chris, he nimbly put down the file to support her. "Get some more sleep if you're still tired."

Freya tried hard to keep her eyes open. "No, I'm not, and I'll take a shower!"

Chris grabbed her hand and glanced at the bedside. "Your pajamas worth 998 dollars yesterday... The quality is still not that good. How about we buy a few new ones today?"

Freya could not bear the sight, and the corners of her lips twitched a few times. "Don't you think that I don't know what you're thinking? No, bad idea!"

After that, she decisively jumped out of bed, slipped out of the room, and rushed to the bathroom.

In the bedroom, Chris picked up the pajamas that were torn into strips and got rid of them calmly.

The quality of pajamas... wasn't supposed to very good.

After they washed and finished breakfast, Freya felt idle since she could not find a thing to do, so she decided to eavesdrop on Chris's calls.

However, what he was discussing on the phone... seemed to involve her?

When Chris hung up the phone, Freya asked in doubt, "What were you're discussing just now?"

"You missed out on the championship of the week yesterday because of the rumor on the Internet," Chris said, "I'm having people clean it up."

"In fact..." Freya faltered. "I don't really care about it."

She feared no false accusation since she had been clean, and she didn't care about the rumors on the Internet.

The professional judges gave her a very high grade yesterday, which had proved her professionalism, so she didn't care whether the audience, blinded by rumors, supported her or not.

"I do." Chris sounded casual but he insisted. "No one but me can bully you."

Freya bit her lips and chuckled.

She admitted that she found this sentence very sweet!

She moved closer to him affectionately. "Do you have work today?"

"No." Chris said.

"Think about what we are doing today." Freya suggested. "Finally, it's the weekend. We should go out! And why did you develop those photos?"

Chris pointed to a white wall in the living room. "How about making a photo wall and installing a warm light?"

"... These are all photos of people. Can they make a nice photo wall?" Freya did not recommend this.

Chris cocked one eyebrow. "Who told you I want it to be nice? I just want it to remind me of someone."

Freya. "..."

As she felt speechless, she received a landline call from home, and the voice of Mr. Norris rang when she picked up.

"You should come back."

At that instant, Freya noticed something wrong-Mr. Norris sounded too cold, completely unlike his usual tone when speaking to her.

"Mr. Norris." She faltered. "What happened?"

"Don't ask anything, and just come back!" Mr. Norris was being surprisingly persistent. "If you still think I'm your father, come back now!"

"Is there something wrong? I..."

Before Freya finished, Mr. Norris hung up.

She was dumbfounded. Looking at the phone screen, she couldn't react to it for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Chris noticed her strangeness and gently asked.

"My dad wants me to go back right away." Freya was a little nervous and a little uneasy. "He didn't sound quite right, and I don't know if something happened at home."

"Don't overthink." Chris returned to the bedroom to fetch Freya's coat. "I'll send you back, and call me if anything's up."

Freya looked at Chris and felt relieved. She got up to put on her coat and put a few photos into her bag. While Chris observed her in doubt, she smiled. "I also want it to remind me of someone!"

Chris. "..."

Chris drove fast and it was not long before he drove Freya home.

Freya was in a hurry, so she did not even have the time to say goodbye to Chris before pushing open the car door to run for home. Chris watched her figure disappear behind the gate and restarted the car and left the villa area.

At the same time, Freya rushed into her home, only to see Mr. Norris and his mother sitting on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Norris's face was not very good, and her mother's was even more complex. She was frowning and didn't care about the wrinkles around her eyes as she used to do at all.

She suddenly felt more restless, then walked over and said, "Dad, mum, what's wrong?"

"You are with Chris, right?" Mr. Norris angrily slammed down the tea cup while glaring Freya.

Freya was so scared that her shoulders trembled, and she lowered the voice. "You... you should've guessed it earlier..."

Although she didn't confess, she clearly showed her mood in this period of time. She would have thought Mr. Norris and her mum knew it already, but they expressed nothing, thus she saw it as acquiescence.

While today Mr. Norris suddenly lost his temper and brought up old scores again, it was really abnormal.

"What's happened on earth?" She urgently asked.

"We've expected it, but we didn't expect you to live with him!" Mr. Norris glared at Freya as if she had failed him. "You're a girl, why don't you know self-love? And, I have told you several times, I won't accept you and Chris. Once you want to marry someone, he must be Travis!"

Freya hadn't heard "Travis" for a long time, when she suddenly heard that now, she felt angry. "I have told you many times too. I won't be with Travis! Never! He makes me sick!"

"You...!" Mr. Norris dropped his cup and said, "Freya, you think you've grown up, do you?!"

"It's you who are too strange!" Being scolded early in the morning, Freya also lost her temper. "I said, again and again, I don't like Travis, why do you force me? In this life, I want Chris, whether you agree or not!"

After leaking Everbridge Group's plan, Freya had thoroughly examined herself, and she'd been a good girl for so long. Thus now, her action directly provoked Mr. Norris.

The sound of crushing things rang-Mr. Norris pushed the entire tea set off the tea table, which not only startled his wife by his side, but also made Freya grasp. However, Freya still refused to give up.

Mr. Norris suddenly stood up and stared at Freya. "From now on, you're not allowed to get out of the house to see Chris!"

"Dad, you..." Freya almost exploded, because, in her opinion, Mr. Norris was unreasonable.

"Shut up!" Mr. Norris suddenly roared and made the whole room quiet. He said, "Freya, this time, if you still won't listen to me, then don't go back to this house, and don't call me father!"

After that, Mr. Norris angrily stormed upstairs. Mrs. Norris, who was in a dilemma, glanced at Freya and finally followed her husband upstairs.

"Unreasonable!"

Freya turned back to go out, but was stopped by two big men. "Young Miss, Mr. Norris has ordered, without his consent, you can't go out."

Freya stared at them annoyingly. She wanted to pass with force, but found herself even unable to open the door.

Shit! They tricked her back just to trap her?

Freya deliberately kicked the expensive iron gate, but the door did not move. Moreover, she accidentally hit her toes and gritted her teeth in pain.

In the study room on the second floor, Mr. Norris and Mrs. Norris stood by the bed and saw this scene clearly. Both of them felt sorry for her.

"Why don't you just tell her the truth?" Miss Norris asked.

Mr. Norris sighed. "After Everbridge Group's plan was leaked, when Chris ignored her for a while, she tortured herself like that. If she knows the truth, I can't imagine how she will become. Hate me is better than torturing herself, at least she's alive. She can eat and drink and won't hurt herself."

"Well..." Mrs. Norris hesitated. "Talk to Chris about it. Maybe there is something hidden?"

"How can there be anything hidden?" Hearing Chris's name, Mr. Norris would get angry. He coldly snorted and said, "If he didn't lie to our daughter, how can Freya be fascinated by him? Make an arrangement for Freya and Travis to meet. The sooner they get married, the better."

Eventually, Mrs. Norris considered Freya's feelings and persuaded her husband. After a few attempts, she failed and could only follow his intentions.

Freya still had some hope in her heart. She didn't believe that Mr. Norris would be so cruel to her, so she returned to her room. She received a message from Chris and he asked, "Everything well?"

She didn't figure out why Mr. Norris became so strange, thus didn't refer it to Chris. She replied, "Everything's well, but Mr. Norris misses me and wants me back to have a family meal."

Chris didn't suspect a thing and merely told Freya to stay at home.

Freya didn't give up and tried to go out after a while, but the bodyguards still stopped her.

During lunchtime, Freya angrily had her meal and was not willing to see Mr. Norris. Though Mrs. Norris tried to ease the atmosphere, Mr. Norris said nothing and only saw her as a child with an ill temper.

Freya just had a few mouthfuls and felt full. She put down the tableware and left without a word. But the house was small, and wherever she went, she was in Mr. Norris's sight. She simply went to the bedroom and locked herself inside to watch movies to kill time.

This was the so-called-the higher authorities have policies, the localities have their countermeasures. At dinner time, she behaved a little better to make Mr. Norris let down his guard and planned to slip away tonight.

She didn't believe that bodyguards could watch her for twenty-four hours!

She needed to figure out what happened on earth, and why Mr. Norris became so strange.