PopularNovelChapter 1091: Freya didn't answer. Instead, she stood up abruptly. "Cupstairs with me,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?" "I want to sleep with you," she said flatly-part challenge, part confession.
Ellis hadn't expected that. "Now?" "Now," Freya said firmly, fire in her eyes. She'd already mapped out her revenge in her head.
Ellis narrowed his gaze, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. "You think I don't know what you're up to?" She blinked. "You're planning to rileup, then leavehanging. That it?" Freya faltered. How the hell did he figure that out so fast? But she wasn't backing down. Without another word, she marched over, climbed onto his lap, and straddled him -face-to-face, daring him to flinch. "So? Are you going to stopor not?" Ellis leaned back slightly, his voice low and rough. "No. I'll let you." He could tell she was still angry. Best let her burn sof it off, or she'd explode later.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you're really up for it," he added casually, his hand sliding around her waist, fingers trailing just above the base of her spine, "this couch could make a pretty decent choice." His lips curled. "Why not just takehere?" Freya froze then shot up like the couch was on fire, bolting up the stairs without a single word.
In that moment, it dawned on her that Ellis didn't know the meaning of shame. The things he just said? No shy man would ever have the guts to say that out loud.
Downstairs, Ellis leaned back and exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. Thank God she lost her cool first, he thought. If she had called my bluff and actually gone through with it, I wouldn't have known what to do. Especially since we'd used up the last of our “supplies” the night before.
Stay tuned for updates at gvlnovalsUp in her room, Freya vented her frustration to her group chat. Her message was essentially a complaint: their advice was totally useless.
Greta said, "Girl, I give you props. I can't believe you actually tried to sleep with him." Riley said, "Wait. So? What happened?" Greta added, “Yeah, details. Is he good in bed?" Freya stared at her screen, speechless.
This was a front-row seat to chaos, and they were just here for the .
Before she could respond, a message popped up from someone unexpected.
"Freya, can I trouble you to look after Farrah for a while? I left a card in the mailbox at her villa-use it for any expenses she has. Spend whatever you need. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she can marryfreely one day." The message was from Felipe.
After sending the message, Felipe headed straight to Kristian. He wasn't playing around anymore. If he really wanted to love someone the right way, it was tto start acting like it.
When he asked Kristian to teach him how to run a business, Kristian looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "What's gotten into you?” he asked, puzzled.
Felipe's usual easygoing charm was gone-replaced by something firmer, steadier. "I spoke to Freya yesterday about Farrah. She toldI'm not good enough for Farrah. And she's right." Kristian froze.
It had been nearly two months since he last heard Freya's name.
"I want you to teachhow to manage a business," Felipe said, his TTT tone serious. His sharp, handseyes burned with purpose. "I want to show my parents-and Farrah-that I'm not just saimless man."
Only by proving himself could he reject the arranged marriage they were forcing on him and earn the right to stand beside Farrah.
"As for conditions?" Felipe added with a half-smile. “Nthem. Whatever they are. ' accept them." He meant it. Even if Kristian asked for a lifetof unpaid labor-Felipe wouldn't hesitate to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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