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Chapter 72 Freya's First

Love

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.

it down with a definitive clink, her

poignant gesture led the other four to a silent consensus-Freya's first love was a hallowed chapter of her past, one that inevitably brought a touch of sadness whenever it

clenched, the tension

Freya's first love...

that

caught off-guard by

thought that, given her marriage to Kristian, any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps

on her face spoke

her senses, but her

cast a concerned glance at Trent and Kristian before turning back to shuffle the stack of discs. With a deliberate

agenda playing in

he made no special effort to hand the disc marked "small" to Freya, hoping to spare her from revisiting the

"big" ended up with Kristian, while the one marked "small" again

couldn't mask his surprise, his features twisted into a look of genuine

Kristian too well-his resilience,

her hand and then Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank. Yet, the authenticity in his surprise washed away her doubts, revealing the cruel hand

demeanor. “Truth or dare?" he asked, his voice

responded

presed over Kristian's eyes, darkening them with a

past only fueled his desire to delve

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the air, leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such a personal query

confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in his head? Did he not even

squirmed under

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

driving her to down

wasn't known for her drinking prowess, having barely touched

the third glass, Trent stepped in. "That's

conceded with a

emptied the three glasses, it

to the memory of some irreplaceable

assumption. If they preferred to bathe in their misconceptions, she would let

wasn't about Kristian; it was about her desire to distance herself from certain

tinged with worry. "Freya's clearly had too

"Well..."

interjected,

not

glow settling over her,

"Freya," Trent called out.

can handle it," she declared, her

the bridge of his nose, dropping his voice to a low