"Chris, did you deliberately get my dad drunk?!"

Freya stared at Chris; for the first time she felt her man was more sophisticated than she thought.

However, Chris acted like it had nothing to do with him. "As a junior, should I not accompany the senior to have a good drink?"

"Save it! You just want to make my dad happy, so that you could take the opportunity to have him agree that I move with you. My dad would definitely promise you while being drunk. Even if he regrets, it would be too late." Freya saw through Chris and asked, "Isn't it what you thought!?"

"..." Chris could not deny it.

"Sure enough, you had already planned it." Freya saw Chris remained silent. "So you didn't get that drunk yesterday, right?"

Chris hooked his lips and said profoundly, "If I drank too much, how could I teach you?"

"..." Freya was confused. Since Chris was well-dressed and straightforward normally, how could he keep thinking about that all the time?

Seeing her not speaking, Chris raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you going to review the content of the last lesson? Huh?"

In the face of such provocations, if it was before, Freya would make fun of Chris by seducing him.

But currently, she really couldn't; she could only raise her hands to surrender.

Freya blocked Chris, and put on a faint smile. "I was very serious during class, so I don't need a review. But... you can test it at night~"

Chris squinted his eyes, and finally couldn't resist Freya's charm and beautiful look, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Freya goggled-damn it, she still couldn't escape it?

She could not be led by Chris, nor could she push him away directly, so she had to find another way to get out of it, "Chris... are... we... not moving today?"

"You said that you don't want to," Chris said and kissed Freya's delicate and beautiful eyebrows. "Since you don't want to move, let's do something else."

"Move!" Freya said decisively, "You let go of me, I'll go home and pack things right away!"

Chris then stopped and kissed Freya's lips with satisfaction, the loosened his grasp on her slowly.

Freya came to understand slowly; the "review" was just a scheme that Chris used to scare her.

And she had been fooled.

"Shit, why do I feel like that I've been completely manipulated?"

During breakfast, Freya told Chris, "You sang while you showered yesterday."

Chris denied it, "Do you think I would believe that kind of joke?"

Freya knew that Chris would not remember, and even if he did, he would not admit it. She took out her mobile phone and played yesterday's recording. "Listen."

Chris dubiously clicked the play button, only to hear himself singing along with the sound of water:

"It's a beautiful night... hey baby, I think I wanna marry you..."

Chris rubbed his temples, frowning. "How can I delete this recording?"

"No way!" Freya proudly lifted up her cell phone. "I'll keep it. When our son grows up, I'll play it to him and tell him that after his father successfully proposed to me, he was as happy as a fool!"

The day before, Chris only wanted to get Mr. Norris drunk, so that he could have him promise that Freya could move to live with him, but he did not expect to get himself drunk too.

However, Freya mentioned the son...

It seemed good to tell him such stupid things like having a son.

After breakfast, Chris asked Freya to prepare; he would take her home. Freya knew that he would go to the company so she refused, "I'll drive back by myself. You go to the company directly."

Chris opened the driver's seat door for Freya and looked at her while holding the door, "Do you really not need me to take you?"

"No! I'm more familiar than you about the way back home!" Freya sat directly on the driver's seat and waved her fingers towards Chris.

Chris leaned down; Freya grabbed his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm also very happy!"

Happy to marry him and becoming his wife.

Before Chris realized, Freya closed the door and drove away.

Chris touched his face where Freya's lip temperature remained. He smiled, then got in his car. He told the driver, "Go to the company."

When Chris arrived at the company, Freya's car had stopped in front of a tea shop.

Mr. Norris liked to drink tea. Most of the tea was supplied by that shop. She often went to help Mr. Norris to get the tea. Since she was passing by that day, she then went in to see if the boss had bought any good tea recently.

"Miss Freya," The shop owner recognized Freya and said, "Congratulations. After a while, we must call you Mrs. Su, right?"

Freya pursed her lips and couldn't hide her happy smile. Before she was about to speak, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her sight.

Maya, Chris's former chief secretary.

She was about to forget that woman, although if it were not for her, she would not regret chasing Chris for a while, and she would not have stopped contacting Chris.

On the contrary, before Freya entered the store, Maya noticed her.

There was a glory in the happy woman that people could not ignore and could not help but envy.

Maya approached Freya and took off her sunglasses. "Miss Freya, it's been a long time."

"Don't act like you're familiar with me." Freya looked cold and alienated. She said, "No matter how long it has been, I don't ever want to see you again."

"Chris proposed to marry you, which has caused a sensation through the whole country, not to mention Arlington. Who now doesn't know that you are the future wife of the Everbridge Group's president?" Maya said and smiled, "What? Are you scared of me?"

"Miss Parker, don't overestimate yourself." Freya raised her lips and laughed with a mad tone, "Nobody wants to see something that makes them sick."

Unexpectedly, Maya was not angry. She even calmly said, "I just want to tell you something."

...

"Remember that you and Travis were photographed when you went in and out of the hotel? I told Chris; maybe you really had something to do with Travis. Then something happened to your parents, and I took the opportunity to call you and tell you the things that Chris concealed; I wanted to completely defeat you. You were probably desperate, and admitted to Chris that you really had a relationship with Travis. But he believed in you, he had not investigated, and he did not ask Travis or you anymore. He determined that what you said was just out of anger, just because he believed in you." Maya shook her head and smiled. "I let go at that time."

"..." Freya still remained silent.

MayOriont on to say, "He has been fighting in the shopping mall for so many years, and he has never believed in a person so much, so I think he has never loved a person this much."

After speaking, Maya wore her sunglasses again and left with the tea.

Freya was lost for a few moments. In the past two days, she was immersed in happiness. She was about to forget that when her parents had a car accident, and the time that made her crazy and desperate. She took a deep breath, picked up the tea, and returned home.

She thanked Maya for telling her that. In the future, she would trust Chris as he believed in her.

But she would never forgive Maya for the harm she had caused.

Back home, Freya saw her mother and aunt at home packing her luggage.

She suddenly felt like she was going to be kicked out of the house. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you moving to live with Chris?" Said Mrs. Norris, "We're helping you organize your things, otherwise when Chris comes to pick you up, you would have to mess around."

Freya was in a chaos. "You and Mr. Norris really agreed about me living together with Chris?"

"You are already Mrs. Su, it is a matter of course to live with Chris!"

Speaking of that, Mrs. Norris smiled and pulled Freya to sit down on the sofa. She said, "Chris told your dad that you will have two children in the future; one of them will have the surname Norris as you," then she couldn't help but sigh and continue, "No wonder he's six years older than you, he's so thoughtful!"

"What children? And two!!?" Freya almost jumped from the sofa. "Did I agree?!"

Mrs. Norris blinked and looked at Freya. "Your father and I agreed."

"..." Freya lamented in her heart.

It seemed that she was not only given birth to by Mr. Norris and Mrs. Norris, it was quite possible that she was not personally adopted by them!

As soon as five o'clock in the afternoon, Freya received a call from Chris. "I am off work, where are you?"

Freya said dully, "My home."

"I'll be there in an hour."

After that, Chris hung up the phone. Freya looked at the clock on the wall and started to count down. One hour later, Chris arrived and met Mr. Norris who was just returning home from work. They entered the house with laughter.

When Mr. Norris saw Freya, he asked, "Freya, have you packed everything?"

"My mother helped me pack things up," Freya said, "I was just waiting for you to come back and kick me out."

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Norris touched her daughter's head and said, "How can anyone who is married still live at their parent's home? You and Chris should sort things out when you arrive there. Just go today and come back for dinner tomorrow."

"..." Freya couldn't believe it. Mr. Norris, who had been anxious to take her home from her apartment, was rushing her to leave as soon as she got home.

Freya deliberately made a reluctant look. "Dad..."

"Come on, save it." Although talking, Mr. Norris's voice unconsciously became kind. He said, "Chris told me, and you will live in the villa area, a place that is not far from home. It's convenient if you want to come back to visit us or we can go there to see you."

Freya glanced at Chris silently and spoke nice words to her dad; still, it was apparently not the reason that he decided to move to the villa area.

But she could not disclose Chris's matters in front of Mr. Norris for that, so she had to ask someone to take her luggage out of the room.

Mrs. Norris had helped Freya with the packing, including some clothes and supplies for the season in three large suitcases, and had them sent to Chris's car. She also told Freya, "Most of the things haven't been packed for you. Just call me if you need anything, and I will send it to you."

Freya didn't think too much, but after her mother said it, she suddenly felt sad. Her eyes were slightly teary; she choked and held her mother.

"Silly, why cry?" Mrs. Norris patted Freya's back. "You're already a hostess of the family, so be sensible."

Freya nodded; Chris held her hand, taking her away from her home where she had lived for more than 20 years.

Not far away, there was also a home that belonged to her and Chris.

So she was not afraid.