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    Then she answered with calm assurance, “He’s not that kind of man.”


    “Just help me out,” n pleaded, trying his best to channel all the charm of a helpless, wide-eyed puppy. “If it stays, I’ll obsess over it nonstop and won’t be able to concentrate at work.”


    Freya stared at him.


    He even started acting cutesy in desperation, like a mischievous kitten trying to win sympathy.


    Freya had a soft spot for good-looking things—and people—and n, being her cousin who always treated her kindly, easily fell into that category.


    “Fine. I’ll ask him. But if he refuses, we’re not pushing it,” Freya rified,ying down her boundaries.


    n nodded quickly.


    In his mind, Kristian’s behavior today had already betrayed his feelings for Freya.


    If she asked, n was sure Kristian would give in.


    Freya frowned slightly, thinking through her words before turning to Kristian.


    He noticed her expression shift and asked, “Did you need something?”


    “Yes. I do.”


    “Go ahead.” Kristian’s voice was steady, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at her—just a flicker of emotion.


    Freya didn’t flinch. She held his gaze and asked inly, “Could you deletest night’s surveince footage?”


    The second the words left her lips, Kristian’s eyes flicked toward n. n kept his face unreadable, but internally, he was spiraling into a dramatic monologue. What did that look mean? Was Kristian nning to use this to get closer to Freya? If Kristian really wanted to threaten her, should he still say yes?


    The instant that thought crept into his head, n made up his mind without a flicker of hesitation. There was no way he could go along with it.


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    Neither Kristian nor Freya had the slightest clue that, in the span of just a heartbeat or two, n’s imagination had already spun the entire situation into a full-blown soap opera.


    “Sure.” Kristian’s voice was low, velvety,ced with something maic—but it was Freya he looked at when he added, “But I have one condition.”


    n knew it. He’d seen iting a mile away.


    Freya could feel the shift in n’s mood.


    She didn’t address it, and instead turned to Kristian with coolposure. “What is it?”


    “Go have dinner,” Kristian said, the words crisp and simple.


    He hadn’t forgotten n’s reaction earlier when he’d asked if they’d eaten.


    His original n had been to send Freya off with food via Gerard, knowing she wouldn’t ept if he asked directly.


    But now, the opportunity was right here, and he wasn’t letting it pass.


    Before Freya could respond, n jumped in, surprised. “Dinner?”


    “Yes.”


    “Absolutely!” n agreed immediately.


    As Freya reached to drag him back, he added with a grin, “If Mr. Shaw deletes the footage, we’ll even stay the night.”


    “n,” Freya said sharply.


    He froze like a statue. He was stunned. Did he really just say that out loud?


    “Just kidding, Mr. Shaw. Please don’t take it seriously,” he said quickly, trying to save face.


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