After watching half of the movie, Freya was sleepy and heard the door knocking. Then, she heard her mother's voice. "Freya?"

She rose up to open the door. Her mother took the dessert, standing outside the door with a sweet smile. Freya let her in. "Mom, come in."

Mrs. Norris put the dessert on the small tea table. "I made it myself, have a try?"

Freya agreed, had a bite and then nodded, saying, "Tasty!"

"Eat slowly." Mrs. Norris took a paper towel and gave it to Freya. "By the way, mum wants to say something."

"Go ahead, please." Freya made a "please" gesture.

Mrs. Norris suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Since you're young, you've been spoiled by your father. It really makes me uncomfortable for you to use honorifics."

"..." Freya guessed what her mother intended to say, and she stopped eating desserts, just looked up at her mother who was getting older.

"Freya, the person who loves you the most is your father. You must believe that no matter what he asks you to do, even if it seems to be unreasonable, your father is doing it for your sake." Mrs. Norris was sincere and earnest. "When you sulked and did not to talk to him, he was hurt the most."

Freya put down the delicate little spoon. "Mom, I know. I'll apologize to dad at night."

Mrs. Norris was waiting for this sentence, and finally felt relieved. "Then you eat slowly, I will go out first."

Freya stopped her mother. "Accompany me a little more; wait for me to finish this."

"... Are you too lazy to clean up the dishes yourself, aren't you?" Mrs. Norris poked Freya's forehead. "Lazy!"

Freya smiled and accidentally knocked down the bag beside her. The contents were completely poured out, including some photos she brought back from Chris's place.

It was too late to get them, because her mother's hand was faster than hers, and she'd got the photos.

After browsing through them, Mrs. Norris sighed, without waiting for Freya to finish eating or helping her to clean up the table; she left Freya's room. No matter how Freya called behind her, she didn't stop.

In the photos, she could see how happy Freya was.

But this time, Mr. Norris really and deliberately wanted to take Chris and Freya apart, and their love wouldn't have a result.

She couldn't bear to see it...

At dinner time, Freya downstairs herself. She took Mr. Norris's bowl to serve the soup for him. "Dad, have some soup."

Mr. Norris looked at Freya expressionlessly, and Mrs. Norris came to rescue her. Mr. Norris finally took the bowl of soup and picked up some food into Freya's plate. With Mrs. Norris easing the atmosphere, the intensity was initially eased.

After dinner, Freya offered to play chess with his father. She did not mention anything about Travis or Chris. Mr. Norris also did not mention them after his wife reminded him.

The atmosphere between the father and the daughter was getting better and better, and there were signs that said their relationship would become normal. Freya was secretly happy as if she could almost see the sign of success.

After finishing the game, Freya stretched out. "I'll go to sleep. Dad, Mom, you'd better rest early."

Then Freya flew upstairs. Mrs. Norris finally smiled. "Look at how well she behaved this evening. Don't quarrel with her, and talk to her calmly."

Mr. Norris smiled and shook his head. "You still don't understand her."

"..." Mrs. Norris did not understand what this meant.

Upstairs, Freya was packing things. Mr. Norris and her mother fell asleep at 11 o'clock on time. She would slip out at 12 o'clock and didn't believe they would find it.

While waiting, Freya was hotched like a thief, and when her mother came to knock the door, she faked a sleepy voice and said that she was going to sleep.

It was hard for her to wait until twelve o'clock. She decisively picked up the bag and went downstairs, straight to the door.

Entering the password, verifying the fingerprint... It was not finished. Suddenly, a beam of light illuminated on her face, and the glare was so strong that she couldn't look straight. She could only cover her eyes with her hands and snapped, "Who the hell...!"

"Young Miss." The bodyguard's sound was cold and mechanical. "Mr. Norris did not order that you can go out, so you can't go out."

"I..." Freya bit her teeth and finally squeezed a word out of her teeth. "Shit!"

At this time, footsteps sounded behind her. Freya had a bad hunch, and sure enough, Mr. Norris's angry sound followed. "Freya, you are great. Served soup for me and played chess with me, you pretended very well."

Freya mad. "Mr. Norris! What on earth do you want?"

"You're never allowed to see Chris!" Mr. Norris roared. "If you still behave like this again, I'll cancel Top Model too. I will abstain for you and you'll go home!"

Freya kicked the door again, but the door did not move. She looked at her father with hatred and red eyes.

"You are quite unreasonable! You are quite unreasonable!"

With these eight words, she hurried back to the house. She went upstairs and slammed the door close. When she intended to take the phone to call Chris, she thought it was so late, would he have fallen asleep?

Just thinking, Chris's text message came in, and they were three simple words: Are you asleep?

Freya suddenly became spirited and replied Chris: I'm not. In less than three seconds, Chris's phone call came and he asked her why she stayed up so late.

"You haven't slept either..." Freya lay on the bed and said sulkily, "Work overtime again?"

Chris did not answer and thought for a few seconds. He suddenly asked, "What happened to you?" Freya's voice seemed abnormal.

Freya grasped the quilt with a complex mood: to tell Chris, or to handle herself?

"Freya?" Chris urged her.

Freya gritted her teeth and told him about being arrested at home. "My dad threatened me. If I tried to run away like this evening again, he won't even let me participate in the game."

At the other end of the phone, Chris deeply furrowed his eyebrows. During this period of time, he and Freya had acted so obviously that Mr. Norris should have noticed it earlier.

At this time, he suddenly objected. It was really abnormal.

"You just stay at home for a few days. Don't run around, and listen to your dad." Chris said, "I'll handle all the other things."

"You..." Freya didn't expect Chris would arrange everything like this. She thought that Chris would forcefully ask her to see him, and then she asked, "Don't you want to see me?"

Chris softly smiled. "I want you now, but you can't make your dad angry. He may have misunderstood something, and I will solve it. You first apologize to him tomorrow, to convince him to let you continue the game. Be good."

"Okay..." Freya reluctantly promised him.

Chris again reminded Freya of a few other things and then hung up the phone.

Freya could not see his tightly knitted brows.

He and Freya had been together for so long, and her father said nothing. Now, suddenly, her father demanded Freya marry Travis, he...

Chris suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Did Mr. Norris know something?

He dialed Jack's number and asked him to check who Mr. Norris had seen recently. The result soon came out. Last night, Maya contacted Mr. Norris.

Everything was connected. What he hid, Mr. Norris already all knew, when thought in another way, if he were Freya's father, he would also stop Freya to continue to be with him.

The second day.

Freya got up early in the morning, and the destination was the kitchen.

"Young Miss?" The chef saw Freya in the kitchen for the first time and smiled. "Hungry? Wait for a second, the breakfast will be cooked soon."

"I'll make breakfast today." Freya took the pot from the chef's hand. "You look at from the side in case I make mistakes."

The chef once suspected that pigs would fly today and astonishedly nodded.

Freya chose the easiest cheese bacon sandwich. She fried egg and octopus ham sausage. She didn't have much confidence in herself, so she asked the chef, "Uncle Zhou, Am I right? I follow my friend's way!"

The chef nodded. There was nothing wrong with the method and ingredients, but the taste... he couldn't guarantee.

Having done everything, Freya was sweating. Thus she was completely was awake. She ran upstairs to take a bath and change clothes. When she went downstairs, she accidentally ran into Mr. Norris and her mother. Mr. Norris just snorted at her, obviously, he was still angry about the things last night, and she dared not to say anything.

When Mr. Norris walked to the hall and saw the breakfast on the table, he frowned at once. "What happened! We pay the chef 5,000 dollars every month, and he should make such breakfast!?"

The chef was helpless. Freya quickly walked forward. "Dad, today's breakfast is from me..."

Mr. Norris's gaze swept the unappealing sandwich, the almost charred eggs, and ham. He diverted his eyes. "Throw them, and let the chef do it again!"

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Norris pulled her husband. "I haven't eaten this kind of breakfast ever. Sit and taste our daughter's cooking."

"Dad." Freya echoed her mother's words. "I'm sorry about last night. I will listen to you in the future. Don't be angry with me."

"Right." Mr. Norris was finally willing to look at Freya. "Today, Travis will come; have a good chat with him."

"I..." Freya was reluctant, but Mr. Norris's expression showed that if she didn't agree, he would not forgive her. She could only bite her teeth. "All right! You have to promise me that you don't be angry with me anymore!"

Mr. Norris did not say anything and took a bite of a fried egg. It tasted bitter, but he still swallowed it.

Mrs. Norris finally smiled, and Freya finally laughed as well.

Pleasing Mr. Norris was the most important, as for Travis... she had a hundred ways to solve it!

"Freya!" Mr. Norris suddenly roared.

Freya hurriedly straightened up. "Yes!"

"I know what you are thinking." Mr. Norris bit the sandwich. "I tell you, when Travis is here today, you must be polite to him. If you dare to find ways to drive him away, I will never let you go out of this house."

Freya silently said "shit" in her heart, while using the usual coquetry trick on the outside. "Dad"

"Useless!" Mr. Norris snorted. "You drop the idea forever!"

"Then you have to promise me to allow me to participate in the 'Top Model'!" Freya behaved wronged. "If you do not agree, I will bump into the wall!"

Mr. Norris was reluctant but in the end, he gave up. "You can go out for the job demand."

Freya's eyes shone and suddenly went bright. Cheers were already ringing in her heart.

Letting her go to the competition was totally equal to letting her go out!