Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Hus…

Freya’s pretty face twitched slightly. “He’s not my husband…”

“Oh, then he’s your boyfriend, right?” Upon realizing that she had misspoken, the facilitator covered her mouth, feeling flustered.

Freya was speechless. Did Ryan and her look like they were intimate? “He’s my brother.”

“…I’m sorry.”

The facilitator’s face flushed red. All she knew was that the people who came to take photos today were of important status. Her boss had given them instructions personally, but she was unclear who was coming. “I really couldn’t tell because he looks around your age, and he’s patient and experienced with the child too. I’ve been working in this industry for so long. It’s rare to see dads who are much more patient than us, facilitators. He must be married, right? Your brother’s wife must be a really happy woman.”

Freya laughed. “He’s not married yet…”

“Really?” The facilitator felt even more embarrassed. “Okay. I’ve said the wrong thing again.”

“You’re not completely wrong. He’s indeed very patient. His future wife and children will surely be very happy.”

Freya looked toward Ryan.

obviously running out of patience, so Ryan had no choice but

was watching from the side, knew that Ryan

photoshoot only ended at 3:00

so tired that she fell

was too sensitive. It was as if she could feel Ryan’s body warmth and cry at his

into

Loretta supported her. “Let’s go straight to the Snow family’s manor. Uncle Nathan gave me a call just now and told

Ryan nodded.

“Thank you for today. I—

owe me a meal again.” A gleam of a

every day after

if you’re

be a pig.” Freya quickly