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Chapter 72 Freya's First

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Trent wasn't particularly interested in this sort of game, idly throwing out a suggestion for Kristian's challenge. Kristian took up the challenge with a shrug, and swiftly, they rolled into another round.

After four rounds, it was conspicuous that Freya hadn't been picked even once. As the fifth round loomed, tension subtly ticked up.

"I got the one marked 'big'," Liam declared, a flicker of mischief sparking in his eyes. He glanced around with feigned nonchalance. "So, who's stuck with the one with 'small'?"

"Not me," Trent quickly disclaimed.

"Nor me," Felipe chimed in smoothly.

"Definitely not me," Zander added, a trace of amusement in his tone.

As the denials circled around, Liam's gaze eventually landed on Kristian and then lingered on Freya.

The game started for real at that moment.

Freya peered at her disc and, with a quiet acceptance, admitted, "It's me."

"Truth or dare?" Liam asked, his voice laced with a practiced ease as if he had already predicted her choice.

Considering the previous rounds hadn't been too harsh, Freya said with unwavering confidence, "Dare."

Truth made her uncomfortable; she much preferred sticking to dares.

“Not going to switch?" Liam prodded, almost hopefully.

"Nope," she replied firmly, locking eyes with him.

Grinning, Liam dished out his pre-planned dare. "Put your phone on speaker and call your first love. Tell him you miss him."

It was a calculated move; no matter if Freya chose truth or dare, the theme of past loves was destined to surface.

Liam was particularly keen to catch Kristian's reaction. Would a shadow of jealousy flicker across his face? The anticipation was palpable.

At the mention of the dare, Freya hesitated.

Trent's gaze fixed on her, his expression a complex tapestry of feelings that defied easy interpretation.

"I'll drink," Freya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. With a resolute hand, she reached for the glass

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perched on the table. One by one, she downed the contents of three glasses.

emptying the last one, she set it down with a definitive clink, her hand pausing over it, reluctant to let

to a silent consensus-Freya's first love was a hallowed chapter of her past,

fingers clenched, the

Freya's first love...

could that

you alright, Freya?" Liam inquired, caught off-guard by the intensity

had thought that, given her marriage to Kristian, any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps to a point where they could even be mentioned in

the look on her face spoke volumes, she

her senses, but her voice remained steady, her posture

a concerned glance at Trent and Kristian before turning back to shuffle the stack of discs. With a deliberate slowness, he distributed them to each person, his brow furrowed slightly under the weight of his own

a quiet personal agenda playing in the back of

hand the disc marked "small" to Freya,

to mock his intentions; the disc marked "big" ended up with Kristian, while the one marked "small"

features twisted

knew Kristian too well-his resilience,

disc in her hand and then Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank. Yet, the authenticity

his usual stoic demeanor. “Truth or dare?"

responded without

Kristian's eyes, darkening them with a mix

only fueled his desire to

onto Freya with an intensity that made the air word them

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leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such a personal query even permissible

something seriously messed up in his head?

me know?" Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as if

at him-who had stolen her heart back then, and

driving her to down three

with growing concern. Freya wasn't known for her drinking prowess, having barely touched alcohol since their childhood

she tipped back the third glass, Trent stepped

conceded with a slight

time she emptied the three glasses, it hit her-Kristian and

she was clinging to the memory

chose not to correct their assumption. If they preferred to bathe in their misconceptions,

about Kristian; it was about her desire

wrap this up," Trent suggested, his voice tinged with worry. "Freya's clearly had too much, and she's usually

"Well..."

when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, "If she's not up for handling her

or truth. It's not like

a tipsy glow settling over her, Freya's tolerance

"Freya," Trent called out.

she declared,

bridge of his nose, dropping his voice