Chapter 196:
“Want some water?”
“Yeah,” Freya responded, her voice a gentle whisper.
Although Kristian didn’t catch her words clearly, he read the need in her eyes.
He got up, filled a glass with water, and extended it to her as she approached. “Here, take this,” he suggested softly.
“Thank you,” Freya murmured, accepting the glass offered to her.
Kristian watched intently as she downed the contents in one fluid motion, a clear indication of her parched throat. As she placed the empty glass back on the table with a gentle clink, he inquired with a concerned tone, “Need more?”
“No, thank you.” Her voice was firm, her gaze already shifting away from him.
Staying in the living room with him was the last thing she wanted.
Although she hadn’t been entirely wasted the previous night, her memories of the evening remained painfully intact. Every word and action played back in her mind like a cringe-worthy montage.
“Want to sit and talk?” Kristian suggested, his voice hopeful yet tentative. He couldn’t tear his gaze away, his thoughts circling around her first love and someone named Charlie.
Freya hesitated, her expression unreadable. After a tense moment, she answered with her familiar detached calm, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Kristian disagreed, a playful yet determined glint in his eye as he offered her a glass of water, effectively blocking her way. “Oh, I think there’s a lot to talk about,” he insisted, his voice tinged with curiosity. “For starters, who was your first love?”
Freya’s response was a measured silence, her lips pressed tightly together.
𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍰𝖼𝗈𝗺
Undeterred, Kristian pressed further. “Did you actually have feelings for him, or was it just a fleeting thing?”
“Do you really care?” Freya’s retort was sharp, a challenge thrown. Having spent so much time with Kristian, she knew how to get under his skin and make him speechless.
This time, his comeback was swift, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m genuinely interested in the person who’s haunted your thoughts all these years.”
“I see,” Freya replied, her tone flat but her mind racing.
Kristian’s brow furrowed in confusion. That was it?
Ignoring his perplexity, Freya leaned back against the table, the soft light catching her eyes and accentuating her striking features. She delivered her next words slowly, each syllable dripping with irony. “He was someone a lot like you.”
Kristian’s expression flickered from confusion to shock.
She continued, a slight smirk playing on her lips, “A complete scumbag.”
The color drained from Kristian’s face as he realized the depth of her insult.
His annoyance was palpable, his jaw setting in frustration.
Freya’s voice was light, almost teasing. “If you’re really that curious about him, take a good look in the mirror,” she suggested with a faint smirk. “You and he could be twins, at least when it comes to breaking hearts.”
Kristian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as the air around them seemed to chill.
Just when Freya thought he might erupt in anger, he managed to keep his composure, though barely, and asked with a strained voice, “And who exactly is Charlie?”
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