My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1855

Freya held my hand tightly, as if she was afraid that I would go back on my word.

I noticed that she would check behind the car through the rearview mirror from time to time.

It was not until the car had driven for some distance that she let out a long sigh of relief and let go of me.

I pulled at my clothes, tidying it up as I teased her, "You're really as charming as you used to be. You just can't get rid of those pursuers."

Freya rolled her eyes at me in disgust. "What nonsense are you spouting..."

I pursed her lips, not exposing her. This was just something that she had to come to terms with on her own.

Hendrix had booked my flight for me while making sure that Mullen also had a seat in the business cabin to protect me. Freya paid a small fee to join us.

Listening to the roar of the plane taking off, Freya narrowed her eyes and laid on the single sofa in the business cabin with a smile and a look of joy on her face.

At first glance, it looked like we were going on a leisurely trip.

"Speaking of which, what's up with you and that handsome young man?" Bored, we began to talk in private, "You're not here because you're trying to hide from him, are you?"

Freya could be rather careless. If it was really as I had guessed, this entire thing would be extremely comical.

A woman in her thirties, fooling around with a group of men yet still so full of life; she was truly an iconic woman. To avoid Cupid's arrow, she pretended to be a timid clown and fled in all directions.

Cyril was indeed more powerful than God. In less than a day, he had managed to force Freya's feminine weakness out of her.