Chapter 191:
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 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, 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 narrowed with skepticism. She turned towards Trent, her voice tinged with confusion. “Why did he do that? I 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 some rest.”
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?”
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Kristian’s face clouded over with irritation.
The thought of someone else looking after his wife seemed preposterous and inappropriate. He decided it was time for 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 I 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.
Freya turned towards him, her large eyes brimming with 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.
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