Freya choked. "Forrest, what do you mean?"
Forrest looked solemn. "Freya, you need to be clear that Ryan isn’t your blood-related brother. Both of you are too close to each other. You're around the same age as him. Besides, both of you are good-looking and excellent people, so it’s easy to have feelings for each other. I'm talking about the romantic feelings between a man and a woman."
Freya put down the spoon and said reluctantly, "Forrest, can you stop talking nonsense?"
As soon as she was done speaking, she looked down with a slight sense of guilt.
“I'm just reminding you," Forrest said, "If you hadn’t married Rodney, I believe the prime minister wouldn't object to you being with Ryan. I can tell that they're not the snobbish type. The thing is, you're now the prime minister's goddaughter and the e x-wife of Ryan's cousin."
"Forrest, I really have no idea what you're saying."
Freya was ruffled by his words, which kept hitting her temples like a hammer.
Those words hurt, but she did not want to face the situation.
At present, she planned to carry on with her life just like that.
Mr. Lynch frowned. "Forrest, how could your sister possibly be involved with Ryan? They know their circumstances very well." "Dad, you praised Ryan last night for being excellent, and so did mom. Personally, I admire Ryan very much as well. He's the most outstanding man his age I've ever met. He's handsome, chivalrous, and well-educated. Also, he's particularly caring toward Freya. With that, of course, I'm worried..."
Forrest shot an indifferent glance at Freya. "Now that the two of them see each other every day, they might have difficulty controlling their feelings.”
"Alright. I got it." Freya could not bring herself to listen to him anymore. "Forrest, can you stop harping on so early in the morning? Don't forget how much Ryan has helped our family." "I'm just trying to remind you," Forrest replied pensively.
Not wanting to talk further, Freya had breakfast sulkily.
Freya turned her gaze to the door, only to find Rodney within sight. His hair had been trimmed, so he no longer looked as unkempt. He was holding a gift. He wore a suit and a pair of trousers, which made his physique look good.
However, as soon as the Lynch family caught sight of him, their faces turned grim.
Forrest was the first to walk up to Rodney and said coldly, "Young Master Snow, you came to the wrong place. We didn't invite you."
"I came on behalf of my parents." Rodney respectfully handed the gift to Forrest." Forrest, here’s a little something from my family."
Forrest furrowed his brows. If Rodney had shown up of his own accord, Forrest could chase him out straight away. Now that he came on the pretext of representing his parents, it was quite troublesome.
“Since the gift is from your parents, I’ll accept it. But you may leave now, Young Master Snow.” Mr. Lynch walked up to Rodney and said nonchalantly, "If your parents were here, I would definitely entertain them. But since it's you, I'm sorry as I won’t be extending the same courtesy.'
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