"You... you've got some nerve," Kieran spat out, his patience worn thin.
"I'm tired, Kieran. I don't have the energy to argue with you," Freya retorted, going upstairs.
With each step she took, Kieran felt his anger boiling over. Since their engagement party, Freya seemed to push his buttons even more, each time, nearly driving him to a rage.
On the second floor, Freya entered what used to be her room in the Sutton family. The layout was the same, but her personal belongings were gone. She shook her head with a wry smile. "Oh, Freya, you used to put up with a lot," she thought.
Suddenly, a loud crash from the room next door made her frown. While moving toward Kieran's room, she smelled a strong, sweet scent. Before she knew it, Kieran had pulled her inside.
"Oh, Freya... you've really outdone yourself this time!" Kieran sneered, his eyes cold as ice.
His breath was heavy, his cheeks flushed with a feverish glow, his gaze unnervingly intense.
Freya felt his grip tighten around her neck, struggling to breathe. "Kieran... let me go!"
"You and Grandma put on quite the show!"
"Let go!" Freya shoved him with all her strength. Choking on the overpowering sweet scent, her face went pale.
She quickly scanned the room, noticing the red curtains and dimmed lights. The room had been turned into a theme room of sorts!
"Is this what you wanted, Freya? You're so despicable!" Kieran pinned her down with overwhelming strength and soon had her immobilized on the bed.
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