Chapter 188:
Upon emptying the last one, she set it down with a definitive clink, her hand pausing over it, reluctant to let go.
This 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 surfaced.
Kristian’s fingers clenched, the tension unwittingly creeping in. Freya’s first love… Who could that have been?
“Are you alright, Freya?” Liam inquired, caught off-guard by the intensity of the moment.
He had thought that, given her marriage to Kristian, any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps to a point where they could even be mentioned in jest.
Yet, the look on her face spoke volumes; she clearly hadn’t moved on.
“I’m fine,” Freya replied, a touch of dizziness clouding her senses, but her voice remained steady, her posture composed. “Let’s continue.”
Liam cast a concerned glance at Trent and Kristian before turning back to shuffle the stack of discs. With a deliberate slowness, he distributed them to each person, his brow furrowed slightly under the weight of his own thoughts.
There was a quiet personal agenda playing in the back of his mind.
This round, he made no special effort to hand the disc marked “small” to Freya, hoping to spare her from revisiting the tender subject of first loves just yet.
Yet, fate seemed to mock his intentions; the disc marked “big” ended up with Kristian, while the one marked “small” again found its way to Freya.
Liam couldn’t mask his surprise, his features twisted into a look of genuine confusion.
𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⱼ𝗰𝗈𝗺
He knew Kristian too well—his resilience, his tenacity.
As Freya observed the disc in 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 of coincidence.
Kristian, clutching the disc, maintained his usual stoic demeanor.
“Truth or dare?” he asked, his voice as steady as ever.
“Dare,” Freya responded without hesitation.
A shadow passed over Kristian’s eyes, darkening them with a mix of curiosity and frustration.
Her reluctance to share her past only fueled his desire to delve deeper. He flipped the disc face down on the table, his gaze locking onto Freya with an intensity that made the air around them thicken. He enunciated each word with precision.
“Send me the details of your first love—name, profession, and age—on my phone.”
The question hung in the air, leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such a personal query even permissible in their game?
Freya gazed at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in his head? Did he not even know the basics about himself?
“What’s the matter? Scared to let me know?” Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as if he’d committed some unforgivable sin. His curiosity nagged at him—who had stolen her heart back then, and why couldn’t she let that man go, even now?
“You’re out of your mind,” Freya scoffed, her frustration driving her to down three more glasses of wine in quick succession.
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