NovelBookChapter 853: "What?" Kristian started putting on an act.
It clicked for him then. Freya intended to watch horror movies or something even darker.
"If you can't decide, we'll watch one of each," Freya said calmly, scrolling to find the most terrifying thriller based on online ratings. “I'm scared too. We'll get through it together." "You? Afraid of ghosts?" Kristian asked, raising a brow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFreya gave a serene nod. "Yes." "That's a lie," Kristian leaned in, skeptical. "You don't look like someone who's scared of anything." Since Natasha appeared, Freya had remained utterly unshaken. Even when she saw that bloody scene in the room, not a single flicker of fear crossed her face. With that kind of composure, could she really be afraid? "People who don't knowthink that,” Freya said, lying with practiced seriousness. “But I actually get terrified. Still, it's my job to stay strong for you. If I panicked, what would you do?" Kristian blinked, taken aback. Was she... really scared? "If you'd paid closer attention earlier, you would've seen my palms sweating when I looked into your room," Freya went on, fabricating so smoothly that few could tell the difference. "When Natasha showed up, my heart was pounding, and I froze." She was gambling that he had been too busy pretending not to notice anything real-and wouldn't catch the lie. Thinking back, Kristian realized he had missed a critical moment.
If his fear had been genuine, even as an act, when Natasha had walked out of his room, his first reaction should've been, "Who are you? How did you get in?" But he hadn't.
Official home: galFrom beginning to end, all he did was talk about being scared.
He didn't even mind Natasha's appearance.
"If we're both scared, let's brave it together tonight." Freya returned with two blankets, handing one to him before starting a movie.
"Wait!" Kristian lunged for the remote, pressing pause.
Freya looked over, her expression as cool as ever. "What is it now?" "I'm not scared anymore," he said firmly, eyes shining. "Freya, I'll protect you from now on." Freya's gaze lifted slightly. So, it had been a performance? "Weren't you trembling just a minute ago?" She didn't call him out. If he wanted to act, she'd play along.
"I was scared. But now that I have someone to protect, I can face anything," he said with conviction. "Don't worry. I've got this." Freya studied him, silently questioning whether he really had what it took.
Her acting wasn't like Kristian's.
He craved attention, always angling to make her the center of his world-which left holes in his story.
However, she didn't miss a beat. She m played the long game, watching! everything, calculating every move.
"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it. I'll watch this whole movie with you and show you I'm not scared at all," Kristian said, his voice sincere, a far cry from the frightened boy he'd pretended to be just moments ago.
"I trust you," Freya said, flicking on the light. “So, are you claiming your You isual bed tonight, or choosing exile in one of the spare rooms?"
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