"Did you tell him to pick you up?"
"I told him that he needn't come because the company's team would be picking me up." Freya harrumphed. "However, women always mean the opposite of what they say. I was on a business trip for two months! He didn’t come just because I told him not to? This is absolutely unacceptable."
"You have a point there. Why don’t you break up with him?" Catherine said casually, "Isn't it just a man? There are other men everywhere.”
Freya blinked and did not say a word.
Catherine burst out laughing. "Are you reluctant to do s o?"
At that moment, she arrived at her car and unlocked it.
Freya opened the door of the passenger’s seat. Then, she bit the bullet and replied, "Ahem. What’s there to b e reluctant? However, he's the prime minister’s son and a handsome young man. It'll be quite a pity if we broke up without having sex yet."
Catherine, who was putting the luggage in the trunk, gave Freya a profound glance. "You want to have sex with him?"
"It'd be a waste not to do that anyway."
Freya would always shoot her mouth off when she was with her best friend.
As soon as she got into the car, she realized that the bouquet in her hands was too big and getting in the way. Therefore, she thought of putting the bouquet in the backseat.
Only when she turned around did she realize that there was a large silhouette of someone sitting in the dark corner of the backseat.
Her body stiffened.
That person reached his hand out and revealed his handsome, elegant face. There was a profound smile i n his dark eyes. "I'll hold it for you, babe."
At that very moment.
Freya felt like she was killed on the spot from utter embarrassment.
F*ck. She calmed down and recalled what she said when she got in the car just now.
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