Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

 Chapter 1865

Freya shifted her eyes to the man.

A chic, limited-edition white convertible was parked at the roadside. There was a young man inside, who was wearing a white shirt beneath a linen vest. His curly black hair was parted with a ratio of four to six, while his fringe was blown up, exposing his forehead and exquisite eyebrows. He had pretty thin lips and a high nose bridge where a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat. With his outstanding presence, he looked like a handsome and elegant young man who had just stepped right out of a comic book.

Even a woman like Freya who was used to seeing handsome men zoned out for a short moment.

Previously, she used to think that some male celebrities seemed alluring when wearing glasses.

Next to the man in front of her, however, those celebrities paled in comparison.

Nevertheless… This handsome man looked familiar. When the man noticed her gaze, he smiled smugly.

He took a bouquet of pink roses from the rear seat. After that, he opened the car door and strode toward Freya.

Under everyone’s admiring gazes, he approached her…

As soon as he stopped in front of her, he handed her the roses. The scent filled her nose. “Wifey, here are 27 stalks of roses, which signifies my love for you.”

a smile. His two charming

was dazed and shocked to the

found him familiar. It turned out that

that he had suddenly changed his style, he looked like a gentleman. Not only did he change his car and hairstyle but he had also put on a

was time to get off work. As such, a

this handsome man is already

but he’s also wealthy, fit, and tall. Look at his sports

costs hundreds of billions of dollars. Not everyone who’s rich can buy

I not that lucky? I admire

of the people around, she lifted her head and looked at the man who seemed to be drawn

thump in spite of

of novelty. She had to admit that the sight of Rodney’s new appearance gave

her calm mind was becoming more and more

the moment she caught sight of someone recording them with their phone, she subconsciously clutched Rodney’s hand

short pause, she said to Charlene, “You can