At Freya's place.
Connor was stunned by Freya's words. Then, he chuckled and said, "It's nothing. I thought you looked very good today, so I took a few more glances…"
"You're a sweet talker…"
Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes at Connor. She then sat on the sofa and said softly, "It's getting late. Shouldn't you go and rest?"
"Rest?" Connor repeated. Then, he smiled and said, "Where do you plan to let me sleep tonight?"
"Where else? Of course, you'll be sleeping in the guest room…" Freya said calmly.
"You're my fiancée. Why should I sleep in the guest room? I want to sleep with you!" Connor hurriedly said.
"Dream on. I won't let you sleep with me. Although you're my fiancé, we're not really married yet!" Freya said solemnly.
"Freya, can't you make an exception for this?" Connor looked at Freya and asked pitifully.
