As the sun set, Ronan escorted Freya back to her apartment.
He had specifically chosen this apartment for Freya. It was not far from Summit University. The place boasted excellent facilities and utmost privacy, ensuring a hassle-free life.
Stepping out of the car, Freya could hardly walk. She had to rely on Ronan's support to reach the apartment building.
She flung her high heels off in frustration, vowing never to torture herself with them again. "Whoever likes them can have them. I've had enough!"
"Are they that painful?"
"Are you kidding? Next time, Mr. Beckett, why don't you try strutting in high heels? Plus, I was injured. Walking was sheer agony!"
"Your acting was so convincing. I didn't even notice you were in pain." With that, Ronan checked the injury on the back of Freya's hand.
Kieran seemed hell-bent on proving Susan was Freya, squeezing her hand with all his might during their handshake, hoping to elicit a pained reaction.
But Freya didn't give him the satisfaction, even though her hand was reddening, and she didn't utter a peep.
"Shame, it almost healed. Now we'll have to apply more ointment."
"Where did you keep the ointment? I'll get it for you."
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