Chapter 73 Who''s Charlie


    Once a few more rounds passed, Liam quit ying tricks and simply dealt the disc to everyone.


    Freya, however, wasn''t about to back down frompeting 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 dered, her voice tinged with excitement. "Truth or dare?"


    "Dare," Kristian replied without hesitation.


    "Finish all the drinks on the table," she announced boldly.


    A hush fell over the group. Everyone exchanged stunned nces.


    Trent shifted ufortably 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 sses. 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,e on, if you''re going to y, y 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 exnation.


    Kristian''s expression darkened intriguingly as theyunched into another round of their game, their roles now flipped.


    Even through the fog of her drunkenness, Freya''s instincts remained sharp. "Dare," she dered confidently. "Come here," Kristianmanded, his voice low, his intense gaze locked solely on her.


    In that moment, Freya''s cheeks were a vivid pink, herrge, expressive eyes fluttering under the soft caress of her eyshes.


    Her lips, dewy and a deep shade of red, seemed to draw him in like a ma.


    Kristian, caught in the moment, realized he had never seen her quite like this-so vulnerable yet so alluring.


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    Clutching her ss of wine with a defiant grip, Freya suddenly eximed, "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 ss and downed the contents as 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 toe closer so I could whisper the dare," Kristian exined,


    his eyes still fixated on her luminous gaze, softening his earliermand. "I wasn''t trying to pull you over here."


    Freya''s expression was a picture of perplexity, her lips downturned and her eyes narrow 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 borate 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?"


    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 escte 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 dered. "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 gazended on Freya, who was obliviously ying with the disc. His decision locked into ce. "I''m not ustomed 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.


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    Freya turned towards him, herrge eyes brimming with an 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.


    "I''d like to sleep with Charlie," Freya dered, her voice tinged with a dreamy softness, as if recalling aforting memory. "Holding Charlie feels so reassuring."


    Frustration etched itself across Kristian''s features.


    Who in the world was Charlie?


    Trent, trying to maintain calm, patiently exined, "Charlie isn''t here tonight. Your choices are to sleep alone or with Kristian."


    Kristian listened intently, his prating gaze drifting involuntarily towards Trent.


    The words that had just tumbled from Trent''s lips took him aback. In such a scenario, wouldn''t most people probe about whose bed she preferred-his or Kristian''s?


    What exactly was Trent''s motive with Freya?


    "Then, can I sleep with Farrah tonight?" Freya inquired nonchntly. All she truly wanted was aforting presence. "She''s soft andforting to embrace."


    "I''ll see what I can do," Trent replied, his voice tinged with resignation.


    "Sounds good," Freya responded, her tone light.


    With that, Trent grabbed his phone and stepped out, leaving the room behind.


    Freya, meanwhile, busied herself with the discs on the table, seemingly oblivious to Kristian''s towering presence beside her.


    When Farrah''s phone buzzed with an unknown number, her initial reaction was to dismiss the call instinctively.


    However, the persistent ringing left her with no choice but to pick up. “Hello? Who''s this?" she asked cautiously.


    "This is Trent Seymour," he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone throughout the conversation. "Am I speaking with Farrah Welch?"


    "Yeah. Why are you calling?"


    Once Trent confirmed her identity, he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell, promptly followed by giving her the address and exining the evening''s arrangement.


    The conversation wrapped up after five minutes.


    As Trent ended the call and turned around, he found Kristian not too far off, his expression unreadable. "Can I


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    help you with something?"


    Kristian''s voice was low and steady, "What exactly is your rtionship with


    Freya?"


    "We''re just friends," Trent answered evenly.


    "Who is Charlie?" Kristian pressed, his voiceced with a seriousness that bordered on solemnity.


    The very notion of Freya clutching someone named Charlie in her sleep-aigure she foundforting and soft -stirred an unease within him.


    He knew he belonged to Freya''s past, a ce he had no business intruding, but


    the urge to know still gnawed at him.


    Trent, with a graceful smile, adjusted his sleek, gradient sses and cast a


    knowing nce towards Freya. "Perhaps it''s best to ask her directly about such matters," he suggested smoothly.


    A faint scowl flickered across Kristian''s face.


    Such matters?


    "You mean to tell me she hasn''t mentioned this in the two years you''ve been


    married?" Trent''s words struck like a cold, sharp dagger.


    Words failed Kristian entirely.


    Trent pressed further with a cold smirk, "Didn''t she say anything in your ear while holding you close?"


    “This matter is between her and me; it''s hardly appropriate for you to pry," Kristian snapped back, putting an end to the discussion. "If you want to understand rtionships, perhaps you should try getting married yourself.


    Trent merely offered a cryptic smile, gave no reply, and sauntered over to sit next


    to Freya, awaiting Farrah''s arrival.


    Kristian felt as if he were mming against a brick wall.


    His thoughts wandered back to their wedding night, when Freya hadmented


    as she embraced him that his body felt too rigid.


    That was thest time she ever held him.


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