Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 32:

After weeks of being in the cozy comfort of Freen's mansion, Becky finally gathered enough courage to ask for something she dearly missed—her small coffee shop. It had always been her little sanctuary, a place where she felt free, where the warmth of freshly brewed coffee mingled with laughter and good memories. But she knew Freen would be hesitant, especially after everything they had been through.

One evening, while they were cuddled up together on the couch, Becky decided to ask.

"Babe," she said softly, looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes. Freen's gaze immediately softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, Princess?" he asked, knowing from her tone that she wanted something.

"I was... I was thinking," she began nervously, biting her lip. "Maybe I could go back to the coffee shop with Irin. It's been a while, and I miss it."

Freen's brows furrowed, and his expression grew serious. "The coffee shop?" he echoed, clearly hesitant. "Becky, it's not safe. Mike might be gone, but I still don't like the idea of you being out there without me."

Becky's lips turned into a pout, her eyes shimmering with that innocent charm that she knew he couldn't resist. "But Bunny, I'll be careful! And Irin will be there with me. I promise I won't stay late, and I'll always have my phone with me. Please?"

Freen hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to protect her and wanting to make her happy. He sighed, leaning his forehead against hers. "You don't play fair, Princess," he murmured, feeling his resolve start to crumble under her pleading gaze.

"Pretty please?" Becky whispered, giving him the puppy-dog eyes that never failed to melt his heart.

Freen groaned, squeezing her waist. "Alright, alright. But only if you promise to call me if anything happens. And if I call, you answer immediately."

"I promise!" Becky said excitedly, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Bunny!"

He couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, his arms wrapping around her. "Just be careful, okay? I can't lose you."

"I'll be fine," Becky assured him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "And besides, you know I always have you to protect me."

With that, Becky and Irin returned to their beloved coffee shop, much to Becky's delight. Freen, despite his lingering worries, kept his promise, allowing Becky to regain a sense of normalcy. But he made sure to have his security team discreetly monitor the area, even if Becky never noticed.

A few days later, Freen found himself missing Becky more than he'd care to admit. He was sitting in his office, trying to focus on work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her, imagining her smile as she served coffee to customers and chatted with Irin. Without a second thought, he grabbed his car keys, determined to visit her.

As Freen approached the coffee shop, he smiled at the familiar sight of Becky behind the counter, looking radiant as ever in her apron. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that she was happy. But his smile quickly faded when he saw another man—a tall, friendly-looking guy—wrap his arms around Becky in a hug.

Freen's entire body went rigid. His blood boiled, his fists clenching at his sides. The sight of another man touching his Becky was enough to make his anger flare. Before he could stop himself, he turned on his heel, intending to leave and calm himself down. But just as he was about to walk away, Becky spotted him through the shop window.

"Freen!" she called out, her voice cutting through the noise of the bustling coffee shop. She gently pushed the man—Nop—away and ran out the door, her apron fluttering behind her.

Freen's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed. He didn't want to hear any excuses. His temper got the better of him, and before Becky could say another word, he slammed his fist against the nearby glass window. The glass cracked under the force, a spiderweb of shattered lines spreading out. Becky gasped, tears welling up in her eyes as she ran to him.

"No, Bunny, please don't!" she cried, her voice breaking as she wrapped her arms around him. Her tiny frame clung to him desperately, holding him tightly as if she were the only thing keeping him grounded.

"Who was that?" Freen growled, his voice low and dangerous. He was seething, his eyes locked on the shattered glass as he tried to reign in his fury. He couldn't stand the thought of another man touching her.

Becky buried her face in his chest, sobbing. "It's not what you think! He's just a friend—a childhood friend! I promise, Bunny, you're the only one I love! Please don't be mad."

Freen's breathing was heavy, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface, but Becky's tears and the way she clung to him started to break through the fog. His hands trembled, but he couldn't bring himself to push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"You're mine, Becky," he said hoarsely, his voice raw with emotion. "I don't care about your friends, I don't want anyone else touching you."

"I'm yours," Becky whispered, her voice small and shaky as she stroked his back in an attempt to soothe him. "Only yours, Freen. Please, calm down. I hate it when you're angry."

Slowly, Freen's rage began to dissipate, replaced by the familiar warmth of Becky's embrace. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't stand the thought of losing you."

Becky sniffled, nodding as she looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes that he couldn't resist. "You won't lose me," she promised, cupping his cheek with her hand. "I love you, Bunny."

A wave of relief washed over Freen as he held her tightly, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I love you too, Princess," he said, his voice breaking with emotion. "I'm sorry I scared you."

Becky smiled through her tears and shook her head. "You didn't scare me. I just don't like seeing you hurt."

He let out a shaky breath, his anger completely gone, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you, Becbec. I promise."

Just then, Nop—who had witnessed the whole scene from a distance—hurried over, concern etched on his face. "Becky, are you alright?" he asked, glancing warily at Freen.

Freen's eyes narrowed, but Becky quickly placed a reassuring hand on his chest, calming him. "I'm fine, Nop," she said, her voice steady. "Thank you, but we're okay."

Nop nodded slowly, sensing the tension between them. "Alright, but if you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Nop," Becky said, her tone warm but firm. "But I'm right where I belong."

Nop gave a small smile before backing away, giving them space. Becky turned back to Freen, who was still frowning, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Come on," she said, pulling him toward the coffee shop's back entrance. "Let's get you inside and clean up that hand, Bunny."

Reluctantly, Freen allowed her to guide him inside. He winced as she cleaned the small cuts on his knuckles, her gentle hands bringing him back to a sense of calm.

"I'm sorry I overreacted," he muttered as she bandaged his hand.

"It's okay," Becky said softly, pressing a kiss to his palm. "You're just being my protective Bunny, and I love you for that. But you have to trust me, okay? I'd never hurt you."

Freen's shoulders relaxed, and he pulled her onto his lap, resting his forehead against hers. "I do trust you, Princess. I'm just... I'm just scared of losing you."

"You won't," she whispered, her hands stroking his hair. "I'm not going anywhere. Now let's go home, okay?"

Freen nodded, wrapping his arms around her. "Okay. Home sounds perfect."

Hand in hand, they left the coffee shop, and Becky knew that no matter how challenging things got, she had Freen's heart, and he had hers. They would face the world together, with all its ups and downs, and somehow, that made everything seem just a little bit easier.