Chapter 190:
Despite understanding the delicacy of his inquiry, Liam was aware that Kristian might be just as clueless. He speculated that Trent could provide some insights.
“As long as she avoids any more drinks, she should be fine,” Trent answered after a brief pause, his eyes fixed intently on Freya.
Meanwhile, Kristian slid the six discs toward Liam, snapping the tension briefly. “Well? What’s the holdup? Keep going,” he commanded, an edge of impatience in his voice.
“Are you serious?” Liam blinked, disbelief coloring his tone.
“Isn’t this us sealing the end of our marriage for good?” Kristian shot back sharply, his retort hanging heavy in the air.
“Fine,” Liam conceded reluctantly. With Trent keeping an eye on her, there was little reason to worry. “Alright, let’s get back to it.”
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.
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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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