My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1856

I raised my eyebrows and felt worried for her.

If Freya knew that she didn't shake off Cyril and the glass of water in her hand was even personally served by him, she might spit it out immediately out of fright.

It was terribly scary for a woman to lose control of herself. To ensure a safe landing, I could only choose not to mention it. "You'd better get it yourself. Perhaps he'd be more interested in you."

Freya looked at me strangely but did not understand what I meant. She just finished the water and laid down again.

She seemed to be more worn out than me. Perhaps it was more exhausting to be tangled up with youngsters.

The plane arrived in Mesville on time.

When we got off the plane, Freya, of course, met Cyril at the cabin door.

There was an incredulous look on her face when she did - an expression I would remember for the rest of my life.

After holding it in for a long time, Freya finally unleashed her thoughts.

"Why is this guy so persistent?

"Are young people so sentimental now?

"How can a boy be so thick-skinned? Do you think he's not being obvious enough?

"You know what? He actually told me yesterday that he was going to be Oliver's stepfather. What kind of joke is this? He's still a child himself!"

I could only listen to her quietly as she ranted on, letting out all the steam she had previously stored within her.

The anxious look on Freya's face made me feel sorry for her, but at the same time, it was difficult stopping myself from laughing at this.

What could make a woman hysterical was not only her heart- wrenching hatred, but also her unrelenting love. Obviously, this time, it was the latter.