She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Chapter 73 Who's Charlie

Once a few more rounds passed, Liam quit playing tricks and simply dealt the disc to everyone.

Freya, however, wasn't about to back down from competing with Kristian.

She received either the one marked "small" or the one marked "big"-nothing in between.

"Who's ended up with the one marked 'big'?" Liam surveyed the group with a raised eyebrow.

Freya, more upbeat than usual, couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "That would be me,” she declared, her voice tinged with excitement. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Kristian replied without hesitation.

"Finish all the drinks on the table," she announced boldly.

A hush fell over the group. Everyone exchanged stunned glances.

Trent shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his expression one of dismay.

He knew all too well that Freya's judgment tended to slip when she had a few too many.

Kristian, locking eyes with Freya, his gaze intense and unwavering, promptly lifted three glasses. He downed them in one fluid motion, his voice dropping an octave, resonating with a seductive allure. "Let's keep this going," he insisted.

"Kristian, come on, if you're going to play, play it right," Freya slurred slightly, her words still sharp despite her tipsiness. "I said all the drinks, not just three."

"Freya, he's dodging the dare and going straight for the drink," Liam interjected, gently pointing out what might have escaped her notice.

Freya faltered, her gaze shifting from Kristian to the drinks scattered across the table. It seemed to be a logical explanation.

Kristian's expression darkened intriguingly as they launched into another round of their game, their roles now flipped.

Even through the fog of her drunkenness, Freya's instincts remained sharp. "Dare," she declared confidently. "Come here," Kristian commanded, his voice low, his intense gaze locked solely on her.

In that moment, Freya's cheeks were a vivid pink, her large, expressive eyes fluttering under the soft caress of her eyelashes.

Her lips, dewy and a deep shade of red, seemed to draw him in like a magnet.

Kristian, caught in the moment, realized he had never seen her quite like this-so vulnerable yet so alluring.

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Clutching her glass of wine with a defiant grip, Freya suddenly exclaimed, "No!"

Her voice cut through the buzz of the room, leaving everyone, including a dumbstruck Trent, staring in surprise.

With a flick of her wrist, she raised her glass and downed the contents as effortlessly.

Thankfully, after a cautious hint from Trent, Liam had wisely switched her beverage to a milder wine, averting any potential disasters.

"I just wanted you to come closer so I could whisper the dare," Kristian explained,

luminous gaze, softening his earlier command. "I wasn't trying to pull you

her eyes narrow with skepticism. She

"Why did he do that? I don't

his head, Trent responded,

room fell into

chimed in, "Yeah, I'm

over was a dare in itself, even if he hadn't

that Kristian was

just end the game here. There are

their

was orchestrated by Liam with Freya and Kristian in mind; they were merely pawns in

are two bedrooms upstairs." Liam's gaze shifted back and forth between Kristian

clouded over with

else looking after his wife

a serious discussion with Liam

voice firm and decisive, his eyes locking with Kristian's in a silent battle of

furrowed in

was at a loss

a subtle

that I look after her." Kristian's gaze landed on Freya, who was obliviously playing with the disc. His decision locked into place. "I'm not accustomed to sharing a bed

dropping to

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Chapter 73 Who's Charlie

eyes brimming

to discreetly exit the

self to this gentler, more vulnerable version tugged at his heartstrings. He knew too well that lingering too long could spark forbidden

step back, he

prefer to sleep alone or with Kristian?"

with a dreamy softness, as if recalling a comforting memory.

etched itself

the

explained, "Charlie isn't here tonight. Your choices are

penetrating gaze drifting involuntarily

lips took him aback. In such a scenario, wouldn't most

Trent's motive with

nonchalantly. All she truly wanted was a comforting presence. "She's soft and comforting to

Trent

good," Freya responded, her

and stepped out, leaving the room

herself with the discs on the table, seemingly oblivious to Kristian's

number, her initial

choice but to pick up. “Hello? Who's this?"

is Trent Seymour," he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone

Why are

he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell,

wrapped up