The cramped space in the car was filled with Freya and Ryan's panting.
Freya was hugging him more passionately than before. Although she was shy, she felt very excited.
"Where’s the chauffeur? When is he coming?" she asked in a husky voice.
"I haven’t informed the chauffeur.” The tip o f Ryan's nose was touching hers, and his eyes were dark. "Let’s go to North Hills and rest first, okay?"
Freya's face went scarlet.
She was no longer the innocent, inexperienced young woman.
She was going to a man's house to rest in the middle of the night instead of going home. It surely would not be as simple as lying on the bed and closing her eyes.
In fact, when she was on her way here, she was doubtful as to why he picked a place near North Hills for supper.
Now that the moment had come, she still could not help but feel disconcerted.
She wondered if their relationship was developing way too fast.
Nevertheless, Ryan treated her so well and had sacrificed so much for her.
She could not bring herself to turn him down.
Most importantly... she was not averse to it.
'Okay?” When Ryan realized that she was quiet, he kissed her now and then. He used his gentle voice to charm her. "I drank too much. Let's go back slightly later."
"Mm. Alright."
Dazed by his kisses, Freya’s lips twitched, and she agreed.
His hold on her waist tightened.
Ryan soon brought her out of the car.
They passed by the parking lot behind the neighborhood and arrived at the entrance o f the apartment shortly.
He was well behaved on their way there.
However, that was until he stepped into his apartment and shut the door. Before the lights were switched on, he pushed Freya t o the wall and started kissing her wildly.
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