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    “Hello, Ms. Briggs. Gerard speaking.” He identified himself promptly and exined the situation with remarkable efficiency. “Mr. Shaw and I are currently staying at a Briggs Group property, the one nearest to your residence. His room is 1803.”


    “Understood,” Freya acknowledged with her usualposure.


    After the conversation ended, Freya refrained from taking immediate action. Night had fallen, traditionally a time for rest. Even if she went to his door, meaningful conversation with Kristian at that hour seemed unlikely.


    The following morning, she arrived at the hotel shortly after seven o’clock.


    Kristian remained asleep, so Freya patiently positioned herself outside his room, careful not to disturb his slumber.


    Gerard, aware of her arrival, had risen early as well. He approached her respectfully and offered thoughtful advice. “Ms. Briggs, when you encounter Mr. Shawter, please interact with him as if you were his girlfriend. Exercise a great deal of patience.”


    “I know,” Freya agreed without hesitation.


    “I appreciate your understanding,” Gerard said, his emotions clearly conflicted.


    “It’s nothing,” Freya responded with unwavering calm. Her sole objective remained facilitating Kristian’s swift recovery before sending him on his way.


    “Did he share anything significant with you?”


    Gerard hesitated briefly before recounting their conversation from the previous evening.


    Concerned she might misinterpret, he quickly added, “During our discussion, I thought we were just talking hypothetically. I didn’t realize he was projecting your rtionship dynamics onto the situation.”


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    “That’spletely understandable,” Freya replied, visibly reassured once she had the full context.


    She knew how to navigate this. It was simple: approach him as one would handle a jealous, sulking teen in need of gentle persuasion. Nothing too difficult.


    At exactly 7:30, Kristian finally stirred from sleep. He had expected his phone to be overflowing with missed messages after a night of silence. But when he checked, he found absolutely nothing—not a single notification.


    The favorable mood he’d maintained the previous evening vanished instantly, reced by cold indifference, which reflected in his prating gaze.


    He grabbed his phone and called Gerard.


    When Gerard saw the iing call, he immediately knocked on Kristian’s door, maintaining a professional tone as he spoke.


    The door swung open.


    Kristian, still freshly woken, appeared in full view, with both Freya and Gerard acknowledging his presence at the same time.


    His eyes retained traces of coldness and irritation from being woken prematurely, while his disheveled hair gave him a surprisingly approachable quality. Rather than seeming untidy, he somehow appeared more authentic.


    Kristian acknowledged Gerard with a nce, silently signaling for him to enter.


    But as his gaze shifted, he unexpectedly found Freya standing just a few steps away.


    Time seemed to stand still around Kristian, his very being frozen in that pivotal moment.


    A gentle warmth flowed through his heart, his aura softening perceptibly, but he concealed these emotions behind a mask of indifference. The memory of Freya’s clear rejection before Ellis resurfaced in his mind, reigniting his frustration. With deliberate force, he mmed the door shut, the sharp bang echoing through the hallway, matching his unmistakable displeasure.


    Freya and Gerard stood frozen in shock.


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