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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,

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

of perplexity, her lips downturned and her eyes narrow with

he do

Trent responded,

into

his head, chimed in,

dare in itself, even if he hadn't framed

Kristian was the

tension, his tone attempting to lighten the mood. "Let's just end the game here. There are

their seats, their movements quick

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

between Kristian and Trent. "So, who's going to take care

face clouded

of someone else looking after his wife seemed

a serious discussion with Liam about his reckless choice of

could escalate further, Trent stepped in, his voice firm and decisive, his eyes locking with Kristian's in a silent battle

furrowed

at a

revealed a subtle glimmer of

landed on Freya, who was obliviously playing with the disc. His decision locked into place. "I'm not accustomed to sharing a bed with

out gently, his gaze dropping to the floor in

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Chapter 73 Who's Charlie

towards him, her large eyes brimming with an

moment to discreetly

from her usually confident self to this gentler, more vulnerable version tugged at

to step back, he mentally passed the

to sleep alone or with Kristian?" Trent asked, always considerate of

sleep with Charlie," Freya declared, her voice tinged with a

etched itself

in the world

here tonight. Your choices are to sleep alone

his penetrating gaze drifting involuntarily towards

him aback. In such a scenario, wouldn't most people probe about whose bed she preferred-his or

exactly was Trent's

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

what I can do," Trent replied, his voice

good," Freya responded, her tone

phone and stepped out, leaving the room

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

with an unknown number, her initial

her with no choice but to pick up.

Seymour," he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone throughout the conversation. "Am I speaking with Farrah

are you

he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell, promptly followed by giving her the address and

conversation wrapped up after five