Chapter 50

Diego's hands moved with precision as he opened the champagne, the cork popping with a loud crack, echoing through the room.

With a broad grin spread across his face, he stole a glance at Freya, infecting her with his cheerful energy and forcing her to give a smile back.

Freya made a weak attempt at a smile in response, clearly not appeased yet. She still maintained the sullen, sulky demeanor she had picked up at the contest.

She watched Diego pour out a little quantity of the bottle's content into the glasses in front of them on the coffee table with a warm smile on his face like nothing terrible had just happened.

“Here you go, Madam”, Diego said politely with a warm smile, handing the glass over to Freya with finesse.

“Thank you”, she said in a low, unengaging tone.

Diego responded with a smile and took a seat beside her on the living room couch, his glass of champagne in his hand.

“Here’s to your victory, Freya. You won this contest”, he said softly, his eyes lit up i