Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

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Chapter 2441

The woman pushed Ryan away with her hand. Freya gazed at the handsome face before her, speechless. She did

not understand how a person could become so brazen. “Don't you feel embarrassed?”

“My pride is nothing compared to my girlfriend. I'll tell Mrs. Lynch that I'll sleep in the guest room. When midnight

comes, I'll secretly sneak into your room Freya’s scalp tingled. Experiencing it once was memorable enough, and

she did not want to go through it again. “ Alright, stop talking. I'll be with you tonight. Happy?”

“That's a good girl.”

Ryan kissed Freya's forehead. After having his way, he had a smile on his dashing face.

Freya cocked her head to one side as she realized Ryan’s demeanor seemed more relaxed than before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ryan’s gaze landed on her slightly swollen, red lips. He started getting eager

again.

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“You cut your hair.” Freya touched his neat, short hair nonchalantly and said with a smile, “You even dress quite

young now, like that of a fresh, young man. I almost didn’t recognize you. You don’t look like yourself.”

“What should I look like then?”

“You used to dress like a mature veteran.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows. “So do you like the old me or the current me?”

“I like them all,” Freya admitted to it openly.

Upon hearing that, the corners of Ryan's mouth curved into a grin. He hugged her and kissed her twice more. “ I

was working at a government department before, so I had no choice. I had to dress in a way that made me look

mature. If I dressed too young, people would look down on me. Now that I've resigned, I don’t have to be so

particular about what I wear anymore. | can wear whatever is comfortable. After all, I'm only 26 years old. I can’t

look too old-fashioned. It'll spell trouble for me if my girlfriend gets tired of my looks and doesn't like me anymore.”

“You look pretty good like this.” Freya circled her hands around his neck. “ Dressing more maturely gives off a

composed charm, but you look handsome the way you are now too.” “Thank you.”

Only after making out for a while did Ryan drive her to the nearest mall. Freya intended to buy shoes last time.

However, Rodney appeared and made a fuss, so she did not manage to buy them. She did not go shopping after

that either.

This time, the chance finally came again.

Ryan brought Freya shopping.

They had barely gone shopping together, and especially after they had gone official, they rarely went to places with

crowds.

Ryan held Freya’s hand openly. Their hands were interlocked just like an ordinary couple in the mall.

When they passed by a beverage store, a child walked out with a colorful ice cream cone in hand.

Freya glanced at it and started craving it.

“You can get it if you want it,” Ryan said. “But I’m scared I'll get fat,” Freya said shyly. “Besides, eating ice cream is

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bad for your gut health.”

Ryan blinked. “Then... Let’s not eat it. Should we have something else?”

Just after he said that, Freya glared at him. “But I want to eat ice cream. Would you mind me getting fat?”

Ryan finally knew what women looked like when they became unreasonable. “No. Didn't you say it isn’t good for our

health? Alright. Why don't you have some, and I'll finish the rest?”

After that, Ryan glanced at the woman cautiously. He was afraid that his reply would make her angry again.

“Okay. You can go get the ice cream.” Freya let go of his hand. “I'll be waiting for you over there.”

After glancing at the queue, Ryan resigned himself to walking over to join the queue.

“Bro, are you queuing up to get ice cream for your girlfriend too?” Behind Ryan, a man in his 20s started a

conversation with him. “Sigh. Women are such troublesome creatures. They have a sweet tooth.”

“There's no helping it,” Ryan replied indifferently.

“But your girlfriend is really gorgeous,” the man said while smiling. “Is she mixed-race?”

Ryan was stunned. Freya was not of mixed race, but her features were very defined. At first glance, she did look

like she was of mixed heritage. “No.” °

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