?<strong>Chapter 1482:</strong>


    “How long are you going to keep up this act?” he asked, his tone free of warmth. “I’m not taking you home.”


    Freda remained still, her body ck as if she were genuinely drunk. Gavin scoffed, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re not fooling me. You can handle your liquor better than this. A few sses wouldn’t knock you out. Get up.”


    But Freda stayed limp, her breathing slow and even.


    He leaned closer, his voice dropping lower. “Keep pretending, and you won’t get my contact information.”


    Before he could pull away, she yawned dramatically, stretched her arms overhead, and slowly sat upright.


    “Oh, I’m drunk,” she said with mock sincerity, shing him a cheeky grin. “Did you carry me out? That’s so sweet of you. Thanks!”


    Her antics drew a shortugh from Gavin, though his expression quickly hardened. “Do you think this is funny?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.


    Freda nodded without hesitation. “Yep.”


    His gaze bore into hers, unyielding and sharp. “What do you really want? I don’t have it.”


    “You do,” she retorted, her smile vanishing. Without warning, she sat up straight, grabbed his shoulders, and kissed him with fierce determination.


    Gavin froze, stunned by the suddenness of her actions. When she pulled back, her voice was firm and unwavering. “You’re what I want most.”


    He gently pushed her hands away, his expression unreadable. “Are you so infatuated with me?”


    “Yes,” Freda said, her cheeks flushed with both passion and defiance. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I want to be your girlfriend.”


    Gavin’s eyes swept over her, lingering on her determined face. He said nothing as he turned to slide back into the driver’s seat.


    Freda grabbed his arm in a panic. “Wait! Are you mad because I kissed you? If you’re upset, you can kiss me back!”


    Gavin turned his head slightly, his expression softening just a touch. “Do you really think I’m mad?”


    Freda’s chest tightened as an ache spread through her. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You’re always so distant,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I can’t tell if you care about me at all.”


    Gavin tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “What would it take to convince you I don’t dislike you?”


    Without thinking, Freda blurted, “Kiss me!”


    Gavin’s brows shot up in surprise, his usualposure faltering. He exhaled deeply, brushing a hand over her head with surprising tenderness. “I can’t say I like you, but… I don’t dislike you either.”


    Freda’s entire demeanor shifted as hope lit up her face. “So, does that mean I can keep trying? You’re not saying no!”


    Gavin studied her for a moment before speaking. “Are you sure you want to do this?”


    Freda nodded with conviction. “I’ve never been more certain. I don’t want anyone else—I just want you.”


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