Daisie stood on tiptoe and pressed her finger against his lips. “Then you‘re to—”
The ringtone of her cell phone interrupted her unfinished sentence. Daisie picked up the call and saw that it was Freyja, who was calling her, so she swiped the screen and answered it.
However, what came from the other end of the call was Freyja‘s screeches. “Daisie, help—”
The call was then interrupted.
Daisie was astounded because she seemed to have heard Colton‘s voice too on the other end of the call. Nollace frowned and seemed to be thinking about something. “It seems that Colton has taken her away.”
Daisie pulled him. “Nollace, did something happen between Colton and Freyja?”
He squinted and smiled. “It‘s difficult for me to explain it to you.”
At the hotel...
Freyja was pushed into the entryway. She was caught off guard as an approaching figure trapped her in a corner of the room, and his cold aura enveloped her.
Colton grabbed her chin, lifted her face, and asked, “After hiding from me for three years, why didn‘t you continue to hide?”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she avoided his gaze. “I wasn‘t hiding.”
“Oh, really?” He turned her face, forcing her to look at him. “You blocked me on social media, moved away from where you lived, and went MIA. Are you toying with me?”
His gloomy aura felt extremely oppressing to her, but there was nowhere to escape.
The face reflected in her pupils looked more mature, handsome, and composed than three years ago.
The anger, the chill, and the raging wrath hidden at the bottom of his eyes surged and emerged as if she had betrayed him.
She had indeed done something wrong. Her mistake was that she had not stopped the absurdity from taking place three years ago.
“Colton Goldmann, there‘s no need for us to contact each other.”
“What did you just say?” His gaze became gloomier.
She chuckled. “We only had a one–night stand. Could it be that you, the second heir of the Goldmanns , are still brooding about such an incident?”
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