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    Freya looked him over. “Suit yourself.”


    She didn’t believe he could do anything if she chose to stay quiet. She settled in a less crowded corner, not expecting him to keep his gaze locked on her the entire time.


    Ten minutes passed, and Freya finally turned toward him, her voice blunt. “Can you stop staring at me like that?”


    “If you don’t want to be bothered by some suitor, then at least talk to me like a normal person.” Kristian’s eyes were dark, making it hard to read his mood.


    Freya rose to her feet, intending to find another seat.


    Kristian spoke first. “Cyril rkson has a thing for you. If you leave my side, he’ll rush over in a heartbeat.”


    “Is that so?” Freya asked.


    “It is.” Kristian’s voice had a low, steady weight to it.


    “Then why should I stay near you?” Her words made him pause. “Isn’t it far more pleasant to be with someone who actually likes me, instead of my ex-husband?”


    Kristian’s expression darkened instantly. “Freya!”


    “Go ahead,” Freya shot back coolly, “raise your voice. Let everyone hear, especially your parents. Let them see exactly how well you’re taking care of me.”


    She didn’t hold back on the sarcasm, stressing the phrase “taking care” like a sharp jab.


    Kristian’s anger red on the spot.


    But Freya didn’t spare him another nce.


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    She walked off and found a spot far away from him.


    Cyril had been keeping an eye on Freya since she arrived. Seeing her with Kristian had stirred something unpleasant in him.


    He had initially nned to hang around his friends to take his mind off things.


    But then he noticed Kristian and Freya seated apart. And it was Freya who had moved away.


    At that moment, he sensed his chance. Without hesitation, he straightened his posture and made his way toward her, Kristian’s presence be damned.


    Kristian was still fuming, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Cyril walking up and sitting beside Freya.


    A sudden chill swept through him. Cyril seriously needed to be taught a lesson.


    “Freya!” Cyril greeted her with a cheerful smile, eyes full of eagerness.


    “Mind if I sit here?”


    “Go ahead.” Freya hesitated briefly at his arrival but gave her consent. She didn’t have the habit of burying herself in her phone during free moments. Instead, she asionally nced toward Hugh to check on him.


    Cyril sat beside her, a little tense, unsure whether or not he should speak his mind.


    After a while, Freya noticed his difort.


    She couldn’t ignore a living, breathing person sitting right next to her. Seeing him hesitate again and again, she finally asked, “Something wrong?”


    “Yeah. Kind of.” Cyril stumbled over his words.


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