Chapter 436:
Once Alan disappeared inside, it was just Freya and Kristian left standing outside.
Neither of them said a word.
With anyone else, the silence might have turned awkward, even stifling. But between Freya and Kristian, there was a strange, unspoken ease—an odd sort of chemistry that needed no conversation.
Inside the restroom, Alan pulled out his phone and typed out a few messages to Freya.
“Please do me a favor and ask Kristian to delete last night’s surveillance footage.”
“Just this once, and I swear I’ll listen to anything you say after this. Please, Mina?”
He waited patiently.
Freya always replied as soon as she saw his messages.
But one minute passed. Then two. Three… By the time five had crawled by, there was still nothing from her.
Growing restless, he typed again, “Did you see my messages?”
Freya, meanwhile, wasn’t even glancing at her phone.
She had a habit of switching it to silent mode in the evenings, and tonight was no exception—she hadn’t seen a single message, nor had she checked.
Kristian, noticing how long they’d been idly standing, finally spoke. “Why don’t we sit in the living room for a bit? Alan might be a while.”
“Okay,” Freya murmured in reply.
They went and sat on the sofa, simply existing beside each other in silence.
Kristian made no effort to spark conversation. He could tell Freya had no interest in small talk and only wanted to leave—he respected that and didn’t press her. Another five minutes dragged on.
Still, no sign of Alan.
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Freya’s brows drew together. He was definitely taking too long in there. Just as she reached for her phone to check on him, the sound of the restroom door creaked open. Alan finally emerged, wearing an unsettled expression.
Freya looked at him, puzzled. What in the world was going on?
Spotting the two of them seated, Alan felt a sigh rise in his chest.
He realized that Freya must have had her phone on silent again.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we should get going,” Freya said, getting to her feet and addressing Kristian with a polite but distant tone before walking over to Alan.
Kristian also stood.
But Alan didn’t budge. He stayed rooted in place.
He repeatedly winked at Freya in hopes she’d get the hint and check her phone.
She blinked at him, confused. “What’s wrong?”
Alan felt his tongue twist into knots. Freya was usually sharp as a whip, but somehow, she turned clueless around him. It drove him up the wall.
“I need you to handle something for me,” he muttered, pulling her aside and whispering quietly, fully aware that whispering in front of a host wasn’t exactly good manners.
Still, after everything that had happened the night before, Alan saw Kristian as part of their inner circle.
Freya remained composed, giving him a steady look. “What is it?”
“Ask your ex to delete last night’s surveillance footage,” Alan whispered, his voice tight with unease. “It’s way too embarrassing to leave on record. What if he uses it to blackmail me?”
Freya blinked, taken aback.
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