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Let me go, Mr. Hill [By Shallow South] Chapter 2127
In the end, Ryan left Freya only when both of them could not breathe from the kiss.
Nevertheless, he shut his eyes and smiled as his lips rested on Freya’s. “Is this how it feels to kiss a woman?”
His breathing surrounded her. From his handsome face, he looked like a kid who had gotten candy.
At that moment, Freya was at a loss for words. She did not even dare to look into his eyes.
The nervousness, embarrassment, shyness, and awkwardness that overwhelmed her made her look like a puppet.
The only thought on her mind was that she and Ryan had kissed…
“W-We…”
She spent a long time stammering anxiously, but before she could finish her sentence, Ryan suddenly fell on her
body and passed out.
“….”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFreya stood under the tree like a statue. She could not believe that he fell asleep right after kissing her.
How was she going to bring him into the car?
“Madam, do you need me to help you with bringing your boyfriend into the car?” Fortunately, a security guard at
the door came over.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Freya explained dully.
However, the security guard did not say anything. Instead, he threw her a pensive look.
Freya immediately understood. The security guard must have witnessed what happened just now.
Great. Now she was giving herself away by concealing the truth.
After Ryan was brought to the backseat, he fell asleep lying there.
Freya drove him back to The Lodge. When she stopped at a red traffic light during the journey, she glanced toward
the back. The neon lights pouring through the window and shining on his handsome face made his face glisten
more than before. Probably because he was drunk, Ryan frowned in agony, and his lips were tightly pursed.
After her eyes settled on his lips for a few seconds, her heart skipped a beat. She promptly slid open the mirror
above her and looked at her lips. They were not swollen, but they were very red.
What was more, the wine smell was present in her mouth even though she did not drink that night. The smell had
come from Ryan’s mouth.
How she wished she was drunk too. However, she was not. She even vividly remembered how passionately she
made out with him.
She nearly went crazy.
Then, she touched her burning face.
She must stop thinking about it. She must forget what happened tonight.
Meanwhile, the man in the backseat secretly opened his eyes without her realizing it. After throwing a look at her,
he curled his lips nonchalantly into a grin in the dark.
…..
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon arriving at The Lodge, she told the bodyguard to help her with sending Ryan back to the main building. Only
after that did she return to her bedroom to sleep.
Sadly, she had trouble falling asleep again. She could not sleep until 3:00 a.m.
The next day, she woke up feeling lightheaded, and her throat hurt a little as well.
She reckoned it was because she had dressed too thinly when she went out in the wee hours last night and got a
cold from standing in the cold outside the bar.
To prevent Dani from getting infected, Freya handed Dani to the sitter and took some mn before heading to the
office.
She did not even go to the front courtyard to have breakfast for fear that she would feel awkward seeing Ryan. She
supposed Ryan would not recall what happened last night, considering how drunk he was.
At 9:00 a.m., her phone rang. The moment she saw the name of the caller on the screen, her hand shook while
holding a test tube. She wished she could bury herself in a hole.
“Miss Lynch, your phone is ringing.”
An intern, who walked past her, reminded her, “Is it inconvenient for you to answer the call? Do you need me to
hold your phone for you?”