Inside the villa.
Both Connor and Freya were emotionally involved, as if everything was proceeding according to Connor's plan.
He was finally about to fulfill his initial dream – getting Freya was something he had yearned for.
But just as he was about to unbutton, something happened that he hadn't anticipated.
"Connor..."
Suddenly, she reached out and pushed him forcefully.
"What's wrong?"
He looked puzzled, furrowing his brows as he asked her.
"I think I saw a car entering my yard just now..."
Her tone was nervous as she shouted at him.
"Someone drove into your yard?"
His expression showed a hint of resignation upon hearing this. He then said in a low voice, "Don't joke around. It's already past one in the morning. No one would come now..."
Freya subconsciously glanced toward the bedroom window, seeming to find nothing unusual, and said softly, "Then, pull the curtains shut..."
"Alright..."