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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.

with a

hallowed chapter of her

fingers clenched, the tension unwittingly creeping

Freya's first love...

that have

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

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

the look on her face spoke volumes, she dearly

of dizziness clouding 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

quiet personal agenda playing in

marked "small" to Freya,

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

mask his surprise, his features twisted

knew Kristian too well-his resilience, his

hand and then Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected

the disc, maintained his usual stoic demeanor. “Truth or dare?" he

responded

darkening them with a mix of curiosity

past only fueled his desire

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the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was

at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in

under her gaze,

him-who had stolen her heart back then, and why couldn't she let that man

her to down three more glasses of wine in quick

for her drinking prowess,

glass, Trent stepped in. "That's enough,

with a

the three glasses, it hit her-Kristian

to the memory of some irreplaceable

chose not to correct their assumption. If they preferred to

her desire to distance herself from certain

with worry. "Freya's clearly had too much, and she's usually

"Well..."

verge of agreement when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, "If she's not up for handling her drinks, she could

dare or truth. It's not

settling over her, Freya's tolerance

"Freya," Trent called out.

it," she declared,

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