Chapter 189:
Trent watched her with growing concern. Freya wasn’t known for her drinking prowess, having barely touched alcohol since their childhood days.
As she tipped back the third glass, Trent stepped in. “That’s enough, Freya,” he said firmly.
“Alright,” she conceded with a slight nod.
By the time she emptied the three glasses, it hit her—Kristian and the rest probably thought she was clinging to the memory of some irreplaceable first love.
She chose not to correct their assumption. If they preferred to bathe in their misconceptions, she would let them.
It wasn’t about Kristian; it was about her desire to distance herself from certain unsavory associations.
“Let’s wrap this up,” Trent suggested, his voice tinged with worry. “Freya’s clearly had too much, and she’s usually not one for heavy drinking.”
“Well…”
Liam was on the verge of agreement when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, “If she’s not up for handling her drinks, she could always pick a different dare or truth. It’s not like anyone’s forcing her to drink.”
“Go on.” With a tipsy glow settling over her, Freya’s tolerance for provocation was wearing thin.
“Freya,” Trent called out.
“I can handle it,” she declared, her voice defiant.
Trent rubbed the bridge of his nose, dropping his voice to a low murmur meant only for her. “Have you completely forgotten about the incident four years ago when you were drunk?”
At his words, Freya’s expression shifted to one of discomfort, her previous bravado faltering.
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That night was a dark blot in her memory, an episode she wished could be erased.
From across the room, Kristian’s gaze bore into the pair, a silent battle of wills unfolding.
Despite his urge to intervene, his pride anchored him to his seat, his tone icy and detached. “Can’t you handle it? Why not prove it then?”
“Let’s do this!” Freya blurted out, more to convince herself than anyone else.
At her outburst, Liam found himself at a loss for words.
Trent was equally speechless.
In that moment, a ripple of unease swept through the room. Everyone had noticed the change in Freya.
Usually, if she wasn’t in the mood, she’d ignore them no matter how hard they tried to rile her up.
But today, a single remark from Kristian had swayed her effortlessly.
“Seymour, do you think Freya is alright behaving like this?” Liam asked, his voice laced with concern. There was a palpable tension as he broached the subject.
Kristian and Felipe turned their attention to him sharply.
Kristian’s features were shadowed with a grim severity, while Felipe maintained a poker-faced composure.
Seeking information on Freya’s condition from someone other than Kristian, Liam exemplified the thoughtfulness of a remarkably considerate younger brother.
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