"Find another person to be the man of honor. I'll rush over in the afternoon. I have a debt to settle with Freya first, in case she escapes." Rodney was torn between both sides for a moment, but in the end, he rejected Chester.
“...Okay, don't be late."
After the call ended, Rodney immediately had someone find out Freya's address. Then, he sped over t o that location.
Upon reaching Hackett Institute, no one answered the door despite him knocking for a long time.
After Freya looked at the man outside through the peephole, she ignored him and went back to sleep.
She did not believe that he could pry the door open as long as she did not open it.
It was proven later that she had underestimated that man’s fury.
Soon, Rodney kicked the door of Freya’s bedroom open.
When he saw that the woman on the bed was still sleeping soundly, a wave of anger rushed from the
bottom of his heart to the top of his head.
"Freya Lynch, how can you still sleep at a time like this?" Rodney tossed away her covers. The woman under the covers only wore a pink nightdress. Her nightdress was messy and folded up from her sleep.
The sight of her fair skin filled Rodney's view.
His breathing became hot.
Those women in the morning had worn sexy strappy clothes too, but they could not compare to Freya's figure. She had a thin waist and slender, long legs. Her chest was even more...
His gorgeous, handsome face flushed red.
Freya screamed. She picked up a sweater from her side and wore it frantically. "Rodney, you scumbag!"
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