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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, con, 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.

"Chere," 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!"

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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.

"| just wanted you to ccloser so | could whisper the dare," Kristian explained,

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

Freya's expression was a picture of perplexity, her lips downturned and her eyes narrow with skepticism. She

turned towards Trent, her voice tinged with

confusion. "Why did he do that? | don't get it."

Shaking his head, Trent responded, "Neither can I."

The room fell into an uneasy silence.

Liam, scratching his head, chimed in, "Yeah, I'm lost as well."

Calling her over was a dare in itself, even if he hadn't framed it that way.

It was clear now that Kristian was the one stirring confusion.

"Alright, alright." Liam cut through the tension, his tone attempting to lighten the mood. "Let's just end the game

here. There are rooms both upstairs and downstairs. Pick one and let's get srest."

Felipe and Zander rose from their seats, their movements quick and certain.

It dawned on them that tonight's gathering was orchestrated by Liam with Freya and Kristian in mind; they were

merely pawns in his elaborate setup.

"There are two bedrooms upstairs." Liam's gaze shifted back and forth between Kristian and Trent. "So, who's

going to take care of Freya tonight?"

Kristian's face clouded over with irritation.

The thought of someone else looking after his wife seemed preposterous and inappropriate.

He decided it was tfor a serious discussion with Liam about his reckless choice of words tonight.

Before the tension could escalate further, Trent stepped in, his voice firm and decisive, his eyes locking with

Kristian's in a silent battle of wills. "Freya will sleep on her own," he declared. "I'll share the room with you."

Kristian's brow furrowed in confusion.

Liam was at a loss for words.

Their faces revealed a subtle glimmer of emotion.

"Freya and | aren't officially divorced yet; it's only right 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 with

another man," he stated firmly

"Freya," Trent called out gently, his gaze dropping to the floor in a moment of hesitation.

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Freya turned towards him, her large eyes brimming with an innocent curiosity. "Yes?"

Liam seized the moment to discreetly exit the scene.

Witnessing Freya's transformation from her usually confident self to this gentler, more vulnerable version tugged

at his heartstrings. He knew too well that lingering too long could spark forbidden feelings.

Convinced it was wiser to step back, he mentally passed the responsibility to the other two.

"Do you prefer to sleep alone or with Kristian?" Trent asked, always considerate of her feelings.

"I'd like to sleep with Charlie," Freya declared, her voice tinged with a dreamy softness, as if recalling a

comforting memory. "Holding Charlie feels so reassuring."

Frustration etched itself across Kristian's features.

Who in the world was Charlie?

Trent, trying to maintain calm, patiently explained, "Charlie isn't here tonight. Your choices are to sleep alone or

with Kristian."

Kristian listened intently, his penetrating gaze drifting involuntarily towards Trent.

The words that had just tumbled from Trent's lips took him aback. In such a scenario, wouldn't most people probe

about whose bed she preferred-his or Kristian's?

What exactly was Trent's motive with Freya?

"Then, can | sleep with Farrah tonight?" Freya inquired nonchalantly. All she truly wanted was a comforting

presence. "She's soft and comforting to embrace."

"I'll see what | can do," Trent replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Sounds good," Freya responded, her tone light.

With that, Trent grabbed his phone and stepped out, leaving the room behind.

Freya, meanwhile, busied herself with the discs on the table, seemingly oblivious to Kristian's towering presence

beside her.

When Farrah's phone buzzed with an unknown number, her initial reaction was to dismiss the call instinctively.

However, the persistent ringing left her with no choice but to pick up. “Hello? Who's this?" she asked cautiously.

"This is Trent Seymour," he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone throughout the conversation.

"Am | speaking with Farrah Welch?"

"Yeah. Why are you calling?"

Once Trent confirmed her identity, he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell, promptly followed by giving her

the address and explaining the evening's arrangement.

The conversation wrapped up after five minutes.

As Trent ended the call and turned around, he found Kristian not too far off, his expression unreadable. "Can |

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help you with something?"

Kristian's voice was low and steady, "What exactly is your relationship with

Freya?"

"We're just friends," Trent answered evenly.

"Who is Charlie?" Kristian pressed, his voice laced with a seriousness that bordered on solemnity.

The very notion of Freya clutching someone named Charlie in her sleep-aigure she found comforting and soft -

stirred an unease within him.

He knew he belonged to Freya's past, a place he had no business intruding, but

the urge to know still gnawed at him.

Trent, with a graceful smile, adjusted his sleek, gradient glasses and cast a

knowing glance towards Freya. "Perhaps it's best to ask her directly about such matters," he suggested smoothly.

A faint scowl flickered across Kristian's face.

Such matters?

"You mean to tellshe hasn't mentioned this in the two years you've been

married?" Trent's words struck like a cold, sharp dagger.

Words failed Kristian entirely.

Trent pressed further with a cold smirk, "Didn't she say anything in your ear while holding you close?"

“This matter is between her and me; it's hardly appropriate for you to pry," Kristian snapped back, putting an

end to the discussion. "If you want to understand relationships, perhaps you should try getting married yourself.

Trent merely offered a cryptic smile, gave no reply, and sauntered over to sit next

to Freya, awaiting Farrah's arrival.

Kristian felt as if he were slamming against a brick wall.

His thoughts wandered back to their wedding night, when Freya had commented

as she embraced him that his body felt too rigid.

That was the last tshe ever held him.

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