In order to entertain Chris, who went to the house as the son-in-law for the first time, Mrs. Norris prepared a fancy dinner, and most of them were dishes that Chris liked.

Therefore, Freya was even more suspicious that she was not biological.

After dinner, Mr. Norris asked Chris to keep accompanying him to drink. Mrs. Norris usually did not let her husband drink so much, but that day she was happy, and she just didn't stop them. Then, she took Freya back to the room on the second floor and closed the door.

Freya was puzzled, "Mrs. Norris, what are you doing? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Mrs. Norris handed Freya a card, "The pin code is the last six digits of your mobile phone."

"Mom, why are you giving me money?" Freya was full of confusion. He asked, "Don't tell me, is it my dowry?"

"It's not that I'm simply giving you money!" Mrs. Norris poked on the card and said, "It's the confidence! I know Chris won't treat you badly, and he doesn't need this money, but I want you to be righteous in front of him."

Mrs. Norris really liked Chris as a son-in-law, but that did not mean that she was fine with letting Freya suffer.

Freya knew what her mother was worried about.

It was her who had chased Chris, and her mother felt that he had taken the lead, when Freya stood before him more than a decade ago. She was worried that she would be carefully pleasing Chris, catering to him. She was afraid that she would not even have the courage to argue with Chris and would only suffer by herself.

"Mom, you can rest assured," Freya said and hugged her mother, "I was the one who took the initiative to chase Chris, but he was the one who proposed. Besides, if it wasn't for me, how could he have a wife? He would still be a bachelor! So don't worry, he won't bully me!"

"Of course I believe in Chris." Mrs. Norris smiled but went on, "It's just..."

It was just that the daughter who she had raised for so many years suddenly married, and she was a little helpless. She was both happy and worried, and wished to help her arrange every step in the future.

"I was brought up from a young age by you, don't you know me yet?" Freya looked serious as she continued, "Mom, think about it, who could bully me when I was a kid?"

Indeed, from childhood till then, only Freya was the one bullying others.

Mrs. Norris was immediately relieved.

When they went downstairs, Chris and Mr. Norris had already gotten slightly drunk. They were talking drunkenly at the dinner table. All the gentlemanly manners were gone. When it came to excitement, Mr. Norris even beat the table with fervor, and Chris also laughed, no matter what Mr. Norris said. He always said, "Yes!"

"We can't let them drink it anymore," Mrs. Norris said, "Freya, you send Chris back. If he needs someone to take care of, you don't have to run back at night. I will be worried if you drive at night alone."

Then, Mrs. Norris called two maids to join her and took Mr. Norris back to the room upstairs.

There were only Freya and Chris left in the dining room.

Freya placed Chris's coat on her arm and pulled his face over to ask, "Do you still know who I am?"

Chris squinted and looked at Freya for a while. Freya thought he was so drunk that he didn't know her, and was about to bluff him. But he suddenly smiled and said, "Wife."

Freya finally had the kind of feeling that her heart had softened instantly. She helped him stand up, and her voice was much gentler. "I will send you back."

Chris nodded obediently and followed Freya out.

Freya drove for an hour, and finally returned to the apartment's underground parking lot. She woke Chris and helped him into the elevator. Chris suddenly placed all the weight on her.

She looked at Chris suspiciously. "Are you doing it on purpose?"

"..." Chris closed his eyes and looked unconscious; it seemed he was acting unintentionally.

After finally getting him upstairs, Freya breathed a long sigh of relief when she closed the door.

At that time, Chris suddenly opened his eyes, held Freya's hand, and stared at her with his eyes, which looked like torches.

Freya was startled. "Chris, are you drunk or not?"

Chris's voice sounded really drunk, but he spoke very clearly. "You stay."

Freya did not respond for a moment. "What?"

"You stay," Chris said seriously, "Tonight is our wedding night."

"..." Freya suddenly wanted to laugh-he was drunk obviously, but still remembering something about the wedding night. What did he think about all night?

He didn't hear Freya's answer. Chris was suddenly unhappy. The strength in his hands tightened a bit. Freya said quickly, "Okay, I'll stay. Would you like to take a shower first?"

Chris smiled suddenly, intriguingly. "Then what else? What can I do?"

How could Freya not know what Chris was thinking, so she kissed his lips, and coaxed him with all the tenderness, "After bathing, you can do whatever you want. Go to the bathroom by yourself and I will get you clothes."

"Okay!" Chris was so happy, which made him look like a child, and then he walked to the bathroom.

Freya to the closet room to find a suit. When she came out, the first thing she heard was the sound of water, mixed with... uh, she didn't hear it wrong, it was a song.

Suddenly she felt a burst; she stuck her ear to the bathroom door. That time, she could hear it clearly. It was really a song-Chris was singing.

He was drunk, and his voice was a bit vague, but it was not difficult to hear that he was singing "Marry you" by Bruno Mars.

"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do."

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry with you..."

"Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice..."

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry with you..."

Freya had a hard time telling how she felt at the moment. For the first time in her life, she heard Chris sing. She felt really happy after she knew that he could also sing.

But that feeling took a hold of her heart. Instead of laughing, she felt an urge to cry.

After just marrying her, even then she was not as happy.

Chris sang "Marry you" for a long time, as long as the time taken while he bathed. When the sound of the water stopped, he called out, "Freya?"

Freya then remembered that she had promised Chris to help him get his clothes. She said, "Open the door, I will give you the clothes."

Chris opened the bathroom door and looked at Freya standing outside. He asked, "Have you been here all the time?"

Freya shook her head subconsciously. "No, I just came out of the room."

Chris glanced at Freya again and said, "What about your clothes? It's time for you to take a shower."

When Freya just wanted to say that she would go back to get them, Chris suddenly held her. "No need to get them."

"Why?" Freya thought for a while and asked, "Do you want me to wear your clothes again?"

"No." Chris smiled meaningfully, yanked Freya into the bathroom, and whispered in her ear, "I want you-not to wear them."

...

Even Freya couldn't resist that kind of allure. She took a deep breath, then pushed Chris out regardless of everything. "Go out! I want to use the bathroom!"

Chris was as if was nailed in the bathroom; Freya could not move him at all.

Freya was irritated. She asked, "What do you want?"

Chris smiled like a rogue. "Kiss me."

Freya didn't want to mess with him so she just complied, thinking that he would leave, but she heard him say, "Not enough."

When he acted like that, he had stepped on Freya's bottom line.

But Chris was drunk, and she could do anything else except hitting the wall.

After racking her brains for a while, Freya finally came up with a method, grabbing Chris's neck and whispering to his ear, "You go out first. Let me take a bath. "If I don't take a shower, then... how can I not wear clothes?"

Chris's eyes glowed slightly, it seemed that two small lights were being reflected in his eyes. Freya took the opportunity to push him out, and after taking a shower, she remembered that she did not take clothes in so she just wore one of Chris's robes.

At last, she opened the bathroom door.

She never thought that Chris was waiting for her outside the door.

Seeing her coming out in a bathrobe, Chris's expression instantly became serious; his eyes made him look like a wolf. Freya secretly thought that something was about to happen, and while considering whether to flee or appease Chris, Chris suddenly stopped her and held her.

"Chris!" Freya exclaimed, "What are you doing!?"

"Little liar."

Chris patted Freya's hips with his hand, and threw her to the bed after he kicked open the door.

Freya swallowed and subconsciously protected herself with both hands. "Chris..."

"The break is over." Chris laughed and held Freya. "Let's continue, where were we in the last lesson?"

Freya was helpless. "Chris, are you really drunk or pretending to be?"

Chris smiled, and said lightly, "I remember, class began with-"

Freya wanted to skip class, but it was obviously too late.

How did the lesson end? Freya didn't know. When she woke up, it was the next day.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a fresh smile on Chris's face. She moved, and her body was sore; she could not wait to punch the joy away from Chris's face.

Chris grasped her hand as if he knew what she wanted to do. "Today we will move to the villa area."

"No!" Freya turned her head. "My dad would not agree!"

Chris smiled disapprovingly. "Your dad agreed to it yesterday."

"Boom-"

Freya felt as if she had been struck by thunder. No wonder Chris and her dad had such a good time the day before. He had planned it for a long time!