Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Ryan: [Okay. I’ll be good and wait for you.]

He sent a kissing emoji afterward.

Freya: [If you keep sending those, I won’t go over anymore.]

Ryan quickly sent another obedient emoji.

….

About ten minutes later, she arrived at the hotel room door. The door opened just after she pressed on the doorbell.

Warm air greeted her. Freya strangely started feeling nervous. Actually, it had only been seven or eight days since the last time she met Ryan. However, they both felt as though they had not met in a long time when they saw each other on New Year’s Eve in Melbourne.

Inside the room, Ryan wore a khaki-colored sweater with the collar of a checkered shirt peeking out of the sweater’s neckline. He wore a pair of long casual pants below, which outlined his legs well. His aura was soft, just like a piece of gentle and clean gemstone. However, his eyes seemed pretty tired. They were even bloodshot.

been very

lowered his head and looked at Freya. A vibrant smile appeared in his eyes. “Did you

are just leftovers from my house. My mom wanted to throw them away but I brought them for you because I thought it would be a

the food. You can just give it to me.

After bringing her inside, he closed the

40 or 50 square meters. However, it seemed too cramped for a man and a woman to be together

since Ryan came clean with her, she felt flustered and lost. She was even

Canberra hastily, primarily because

were very few of his belongings in the suite. There was a backpack on the sofa as well as a padded jacket and a scarf on the hangers. That

a normal scarf, but he always wore

opened the containers. His clear eyes lit up. “Mm, it smells good. Are these baked

meat here.” Freya opened another container and faked a smile. “This is steak. We eat it on New Year’s

not like to eat fatty