Freya felt so awkward that she could die. Those words sounded like she had forced Ryan to show her his body.
She did not mean that at all.
However, she was the one who sent the message. He most probably would not believe her even if she explained herself.
Freya covered her face with her blanket.
She did not want to talk or see Ryan anymore.
However, the phone rang again because she did not reply.
Ryan: [Why aren't you saying anything? Are you still not satisfied?]
Ryan: [Don't be angry. I was afraid that I'd scare you. I'll let you see it next time, okay?] 2
When Freya read the messages, she almost vomited.
What was Ryan thinking?
If she did not reply soon, would he really send another picture?
Freya quickly sent a voice message: [Ryan, cut it out. I wasn't provoking you to take that picture, okay? I
didn't reply to you earlier because Dani was crying and I went to coax her. Enough is enough, and stop imagining things.]
After she spoke, she sent many punching emojis to him.
Ryan: [I see. But you were the one who sent such a misleading message. Is Dani still crying? Do you need me to go over to coax her?]
Freya: [Get lost. I don’t want to talk to a pervert like you anymore. I'm going to bed.]
After throwing her phone aside, she quickly switched off the lights and laid down. However, she could not sleep as her head was filled with Ryan’s picture.
It was so annoying.
She was so annoyed that she had a sleepless night.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Ryan slowly poured a cup of soy milk for Freya. "Drinking soy milk helps with skin brightening and nourishment for women."
"Oh."
The dining hall was surrounded by The Lodge's employees, so Freya did not dare say much. 1
After breakfast, Freya and Ryan walked toward the parking lot. Ryan had his hands in his pockets and looked as if he did not care about anything at all. On the other hand, Freya was filled with worry.
"What are you thinking about?" Ryan suddenly turned his head and asked.
"Godfather is pretty scary when he's angry." Freya said honestly, "As expected of the prime minister. I'd never have the guts to go against him."
"Is the prime minister very frightening?" Ryan chuckled.
"Of course he is. He has the greatest influence in Australia.” Freya pouted.
"Some things aren't that simple." Since Ryan was taller than her, he patted her head easily. “Wait and see. A month later, the person who'll lower his head won't be me, but my dad." 3
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