Freya's mood was getting better, so when Travis came, she was polite to him.

When Mr. Norris saw it, he especially drove Mrs. Norris away and left the space for the two young people lonely. And he still remembered to tell Freya and Travis to have a good chat.

Freya put on a smile, but it was so deliberate. "Dad! You can rest assured!"

She must, and would talk to Travis well, and clearly tell everything to him!

She said, "Travis, I don't know why my dad so relies on you..."

Travis's lips couldn't hold back but twitch twice. "The word is not used like this..."

"I don't care!" Freya waved her hand randomly, seriously telling Travis, "I'm with Chris, officially. So, I can't listen to my dad's words to marry you."

Travis nodded and showed indifferent looks. "So?"

"So, I hope you can clarify it with my dad." For the first time, Freya talked to Travis in a nearly requesting tone. "I know my father's temper. In this case, only when you refuse to marry me, he won't force me."

Travis smiled. "Freya, as long as your request, I will certainly not hesitate to satisfy you. But this one, I can't promise you."

Freya stared at him. Travis signaled her to be calm and added, "You listen to me. You and Chris... won't last."

Freya's look went cold. "Why are you so sure?" She showed signs of anger.

Travis shrugged. "You will know it later."

Freya turned her head and didn't say a word. Eventually, the two people ended the conversation in a bad atmosphere. Travis went to Mr. Norris to play chess and chat, while Freya back to the room.

She refused to think about Travis's words, but when she thought of her father's abnormality these days, a bad feeling rose. She always felt that there was something she should but failed to know...

Travis stayed for lunch because Mr. Norris insisted.

Freya didn't like it but dared not to show it all on her face. She could only keep silent. She ate more and talked less. Mr. Norris intentionally or unintentionally tried to make her talk during the meal, but she still said few words.

He probably saw Freya's unwelcome attitude, so Travis left after lunch, and Freya sullenly held the phone and went upstairs.

"Wait!" Mr. Norris shouted at Freya. "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Silent resistance is useless! Next time, if you are still like this, I will confiscate your mobile phone and you can't even reach Chris on the phone!"

Freya put the phone into her pocket and smiled. "Dad, you can rest assured, I will do this next time, and the time after the next time!"

"You!" Mr. Norris's fingers trembled because of anger.

Freya made a face toward Mr. Norris and quickly ran upstairs. Mr. Norris yelled at her from downstairs. "I directly tell you, tomorrow, when you go out to work, bodyguards will follow you, and you can never secretly run to see Chris!"

Freya stopped, but she did not look back. She straightly went into the room.

As soon as she closed the door, she felt upset.

Asking Mr. Norris to let her work normally was to find a chance to see Chris, but it was obvious that Mr. Norris knew her too well and had already found countermeasures.

No wonder he didn't set up a door control, instead, he invited two tall bodyguards!

Couldn't she see Chris during this period of time?

The next day, when Candy came to pick her up, Freya looked unhappy. She started the minivan and the two bodyguards Mr. Norris hired also immediately drove behind her. She sadly covered her face.

Candy said nothing when seeing this. She was busy with her own affairs and seemed to ignore Freya.

The problem for the street shooting was always changing clothes and poses. Fortunately, the photographer allowed Freya to play freely.

Freya might not be good at other things, but being taken photos for more than ten years, she was good at posing. The photographer was also very satisfied with her pose and kept flashing the camera.

They shot at a creative industry center with several cafes. In the middle of the session, the team picked a cafe to take a break. The staff arranged things and drank drinks in the open air, while Candy took Freya inside.

The two bodyguards followed Freya, and when she impatiently got up, the bodyguards immediately followed. She took a deep breath and deeply inhaled, saying, "I will go to the bathroom!"

The bodyguards looked at each other and eventually stopped, not following Freya. Anyway, the bathroom was in the coffee shop, and Freya wouldn't be able to go out.

After washing hands, Freya tidied the skirt, and gradually calmed down.

The two bodyguards merely listened to Mr. Norris's words, and she did not need to lose her temper on them.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. When she passed a small room, her hand suddenly was caught. When she took a deep breath and was about to scream, suddenly a hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the private room.

She smelled a familiar smell.

"It's me."

This magnetic sound was also familiar to her, with a gentle style. It must be Chris, right?

Freya blinked unbelievably and looked at him for two more seconds to believe. "Is it really you? How are you here... You are connected with Candy!" She'd thought that among so many cafes, why did Candy choose this one?

It was only after two days, but Chris found that he actually really missed this girl.

He didn't like nonsense, so he directly circled his arms around Freya's waist and covered his lips on hers to taste her.

Freya subconsciously surrounded Chris's waist to stabilize herself and closed her eyes to respond to him. Slowly, her slender hands, like conscious vines, climbed onto his neck. They tightened and tightened again...

In these two days, she spent most of her time thinking about how to sneak out and see Chris.

It turned out that this was missing.

They didn't have much time. Chris was wise to have not lingered on Freya's lips and just let go of her. "Have you apologized to your father?"

Freya nodded, and she was not satisfied. "Now I am defeated by him!"

"He is not angry with you, but worries about you." Chris rarely had the patience to persuade her. "You ran out in the early morning, and do you know how dangerous that was?"

"... I didn't think so much at that time. I only thought that my dad was too strange, so strangely that he asked me to marry Travis!" Freya was still angry.

A complex emotion flashed through Chris's eyes and he gently tucked Freya's hair behind her ears. "Your dad misunderstands me, and I will handle things as soon as possible."

That uneasiness flashed on Freya's heart again. "What happened?"

Chris just smiled. "After I talk to your dad, I will tell you."

Freya was reluctant, but only promised. "Okay."

Chris comforted her. "Don't worry. Everything's fine."

In this case, Freya could only choose to believe in Chris. "I am waiting for you!"

"Good girl." Chris kissed Freya as if rewarding a child with a lollipop. "Well, you should go to Candy first, or your dad's bodyguards should be looking for you."

"What about you?" Freya's long white fingers grabbed Chris's clothes and a trace of reluctance flashed through her eyes.

Chris looked at her and said, "I'll go back to the company." He paused. "You don't want me to leave?"

Freya remembered that today was a workday, and she loosened Chris's clothes. "No! Where are you going? The bodyguards are still outside. If they recognize you, I may not be able to go out."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "The back door of the kitchen."

Freya was not intentional, but she couldn't help but loudly laugh, with full achievement.

In the past, in order to see Chris, she racked her brain. Now it was finally Chris's turn. He had swallowed his pride to enter from kitchen door just to see her!

She raised her chin. "What goes around comes around!"

After saying, she felt satisfied. She walked out of the private room and went back to have a coffee. "Oh, it tastes good." Looking to the bodyguards standing on the side, she said, "Do you want to drink something too?"

It was the first time for the bodyguards to see Freya smile, and they surprisedly shook heads. "No."

Freya did not force them. She slowly sipped on the coffee, while in the opposite, Candy, who was sending and receiving emails, suddenly said, "Happy?"

"Joyful!" Afraid of being found by the bodyguards, Freya added another sentence, "I'm relieved!"

The afternoon shooting was extremely successful. No matter it was gentle, handsome, sexy, or wild, Freya digested these styles so well. When wearing a black suit and rolling up her long hair, she was an able workplace beauty. When she put down her curly hair and put on a long dress, she was a graceful lady. Having taken another set of photos after dusk, they finally called it a day.

The photographer transferred the photos into the computer and nodded to Candy. "She's very versatile. With good training, she'll have a bright future."

Candy smiled gratifiedly. "I hope she can prove herself with grades."

Achievements were the most powerful weapon to cut down rumors.

When the work was over, the bodyguards didn't allow Freya to get in Candy's car again. "Young Miss, Mr. Norris told us to send you back."

Freya felt crazy, but when she remembered that Chris told her to listen to Mr. Norris, she finally got in the car.

When she just arrived, her mother anxiously waved at her. "Freya, come over!"

Freya saw her mother's other hand holding the telephone receiver and picked up the pace. "What happened?"

"It's Joanne." Mrs. Norris, who had always treated Joanne as her own daughter in the past few years, said with deep concern. "She sounds strange. I asked her, but she didn't say anything and only wanted you."

"I hope it's not about Brian." Said Freya and she took the receiver. "Joanne?"

"Freya." Joanne's voice sounded weak. "Come to my place. Not Prime Villas, I'm in Chandler Road's apartment."

"You... you are not staying at home. What are you doing there?" Freya was in a hurry. "Have you quarreled with Brian?"

"..." Joanne did not speak. She admitted it.

"Did he bully you?" Freya carried the receiver between her ears and shoulders to roll up her sleeves. "Wait for me. I will go now!"

After saying that, Freya hung up. She snapped, "Brian is looking for trouble!"

Mrs. Norris pulled Freya. "What happened?"

"I will see Joanne. Something happened!"

Freya picked up her jacket and flew out the door. Mrs. Norris could only shout behind her. "Calmly deal with the thing, don't use force!"

Mr. Norris then came back and did not see Freya. He doubtfully asked his wife, and Mrs. Norris truthfully explained, but he did not believe it.

"I picked up Joanne's call!" Mrs. Norris couldn't stand the suspicious look of her husband. She couldn't keep a good manner now. "She felt so wronged that she couldn't talk to me about it, and you still suspect her now! Who will lie about quarreling with her husband? Besides, even if Freya will lie, will Joanne? Will she?"

Joanne indeed couldn't lie, and Mr. Norris has to believe it for now.