NovelBookChapter 852: "You realize breaking into someone's his a crime, right?" Freya warned her, tone clipped and final. "Do it again, and I won't hesitate to have you arrested." "I was just trying to help you get revenge on him." Natasha clung to her arm, her smile playful and sly. "After the way he treated you, don't you want payback?" "It's behindnow," Freya said coolly, never one to get caught up in the past. "Leave on your own before I make you." "Freya." "Out." "Don't tellyou're catching feelings for him again! You're actually scolding your sweetest student for his sake?" Natasha was nothing if not shameless.
Freya shot her a freezing glare, her eyes sweeping over her face like blades.
And with that one sharp look, Natasha immediately backed off. She lifted her hands in surrender, tongue sticking out. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving!" After sneaking a glance toward Kristian, she slipped out of Freya's home.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe second she stepped outside, the cold smacked her square in the face, and she shivered violently. She rushed back to her car, yanked on a thick coat, and finally started to feel human again.
"Tonight, you'll sleep in a different room," Freya said as she approached and locked the door, quickly resetting the passcode. "Tomorrow, I'll have someone cdeal with that mess." Natasha had always been a chaotic blend of virtue and vice. Her words couldn't be trusted. Even Freya couldn't tell which of Natasha's claims were real and which were spun out of thin air.
"I'm scared," Kristian murmured, his voice laced with a pitiful kind of dread.
"There's nothing to be scared of," Freya replied, her voice calm and steady. "It's all fake." Source of truth: nosHad he been five years old mentally, she might've hugged him and said something comforting.
But he was seventeen mentally now, and by that age, a person ought to know how to handle fear.
"Freya." Kristian tugged on her sleeve, his eyes wide and clear. "Can you sleep withtonight? I'm afraid to sleep alone." The moment the words left his mouth, Freya's internal alarm flared to life. She suppressed her instincts, forcing herself to stay composed as she looked over at him. "Are you really that scared?" "Yes," Kristian nodded.
Freya's heart sank, inch by inch. She couldn't be sure if her suspicions were right, but something told her tonight's strange events were carefully planned by both Kristian and Natasha.
He should've known better—especially after she'd been so direct about her feelings and her refusal to marry him. And now this?
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. He had always been a skilled actor. Now here he was, faking fear to get close, trying to stay in the sbed—it wasn't beneath him.
"Wait right here." Freya pressed a button, and the sofa unfolded neatly into a bed. "If I need to travel for work Ne later on, we'll need to get used to this.
Let's deal with your fear together tonight." "How?" Kristian blinked, confused.
As he puzzled over her meaning, she turned on the TV, flipping through the Ο menu until she reached the movie section. She turned her head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you get scared of gore or ghosts?"
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