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..."Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    I pursed her lips, not exposing her. This was just something that she had toe 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 ne taking off, Freya narrowed her eyes andid on the single sofa in the business cabin with a smile and a look of joy on her face.


    At first nce, 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 extremelyical.


    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.


    But Freya refused to admit it. "Don''t talk nonsense. It has nothing to do with that guy. I''m bored of Jarold City, and Zachary won''t stop pestering me, so I decided to rx abroad. Men are troublesome."


    "I''m sure..." I nodded my head dubiously, "So, which one is more troublesome, is it Zachary or Cyril?"


    Freya''s eyelids drooped, an indication of her speechlessness. "My head has been spinning for the past two days. Let me have peace."


    Without waiting for my response, she quickly put on her sleep mask and covered herself with the nket to sleep.


    The other cabin passengers were also ready to rest. Since I didn''t sleep well the night before in Ucrebury, I decided to rest up too.


    When I awoke, a voice boomed over the ne''s interior speakers, "Dear passengers, we are about to arrive at the destination of this flight, Mesville..."


    Then came a polite voice, "Hello, Miss. What would you like to drink?"


    The waiter was a man, and his voice sounded rather familiar. I had probably met him in-flight sometime ago.


    "Warm water, thank you," I said as removed my sleep mask and rubbed my eyes. When I saw the person in uniform in front of me, I almost screamed in shock.


    Who else could this handsome and energetic officer be other than Cyril?


    "Why are you here?" I was afraid of disturbing Freya and causing amotion, so I could only speak in a hushed whisper.


    Cyril shrugged his shoulders. He picked up a ss of water from the cart, put it next to me, and


    then put another on Freya''s table. Without saying another word, he pushed the cart into the service cabin.


    As soon as he walked away, Frey a


    woke up and took off her sleep mask. She had no idea what was going on and did not ask about it. She picked up the ss of water


    and gulped it down. While drit


    she asked, "The waiter just now sounded like he could be a


    handsomed. How was it? Did you leave your contact?" Content


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