With a bowed head, Sawyer examined his palm. In his palm, there was still a hint of residual heat. That woman was difficult to control.
She was only partially correct, in actuality. He did so not only because Jacob assisted Nathaniel in enlarging Saeville's business area but also because Jacob admired Freya.
Freya drove back to the apartment. She'd just taken the elevator from the underground garage to her floor. As soon as she stepped outside, she felt smoke on her face.
She was choked severely and waved the smoke in front of her. Before she could respond, she was tightly strangled and then collapsed into a chilly hug.
He kissed her hard, the elevator door behind him reopened, and the neighbor who came out was taken aback by the spectacle in front of him and moved aside.
Freya broke free from Nathaniel's chains, and Nathaniel took hold of her arm and pulled her toward the door while pushing her finger against the fingerprint lock.
With a clatter, the door opened, Nathaniel pushed Freya in, and the neighbor's reproachful whisper emerged from behind him.
"The youth of today are truly... "
"They act regardless of the situation."
With a kick, Nathaniel closed the door and muffled any noise outside.
His eyes were already red as he threw Freya against the wall and placed her two hands firmly on the chilly wall.
Freya gave him a chilly glance as well, but this time she remained calm and did not back down.
Three years of cruel torture and three years of unfair imprisonment. She was harmed, and it was so unjust that they could act like nothing happened.
Freya had already been to hell. Because it was awful, and everyone should go there together.
"Feeling down? because Ms. Abigail is in ruin right now?"
With a gasp, Nathaniel realized that he felt sorry for Abigail rather than sorry for her.
He felt deeply sad for her and wished to protect her.
He gripped Freya's chin and kissed her lips once more.
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