Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2128 âNo need.â
Freya had no choice but to put down the test tube and remove her gloves. She picked up her phone and walked to the open-air garden. âWhatâs the matter?â
âI heard I was drunk last night, and you were the one who sent me home.â Ryanâs clear, pleasant voice sounded.
Freya heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like he could not recall what happened last night.
Nevertheless, she was a little disappointed and frustrated. She had trouble sleeping because of that passionate kiss from last night. Yet, he had completely forgotten about it. He was the one who said that her lips were soft.
Despite that, he could easily forget it. Sure enough, he was g*y.
âYeah.â
She muttered, âDonât you remember anything?â
âI drank too much yesterday.â After pausing for a moment, Ryan added, âI didnât do anything to you, right?â
âWhat?â She had a brain cramp for a moment.
âIâm not sure if I was drunk and muddle- headed or it was a dream, but I seemed to have ⦠kissed youâ¦â
âHahaha. How could that be?â Freyaâs head buzzed, and she immediately interrupted him, âIt mustâve been a dream.â
Deep down, she was hoping that he would not recall it. If he did, how was she going to face him?
âReally? Fine. I mightâve overthought things.â Ryan sounded very helpless. âIt mightâve been a dream, but the kiss felt greatâ¦â
âDo you think it was a man⦠or a woman who kissed you?â Freya asked cautiously.
âI think it was a woman.â Ryan laughed. â Although I canât remember much after I woke up, the kiss seemed beautiful.â
âM-Maybe.â On the other end, Freyaâs face was burning from embarrassment. Anyhow, they had kissed. If Ryan remembered that her kiss was terrible, it would come as a blow to her. âAs I said, a womanâs kiss is much more enjoyable than a manâs. Womenâs lips are soft, and they smell good. Youâd better not go for men anymore and get as drunk as you did yesterday.â
ââ¦.â
Ryan did not answer her. âYour voice sounds strange. Do you have a cold?â
âYeah. I went to pick you up in the middle of the night and caught a cold⦠It was all your fault.â She snorted and blamed him softly.
âIâm sorry. Is it bad? Have you taken any medicine?â
âIâve taken some medicine, but it doesnât seem effective. Forget it. Iâll see how I feel in the afternoon,â
Freya said glumly.
âWhat are the symptoms?â âJust a bit of a sore throat. Iâm going to stop here. I need to get to work.â
After hanging up, Freya carried on with her work.
At noon, she had lunch with Catherine in the canteen. Shortly after she took her seat, her secretary came over with a takeaway. â Manager Lynch, someone has sent you lunch.â
Freya opened the lunch pack curiously, only to see chicken soup, salmon salad, and blueberries. There was also mn for sore throat, as well as anti-inflammatory tablets.
Catherine leaned over to take a look. âWow. Which caring man sent this over?â
Ryanâs face subconsciously flashed across Freyaâs mind. He was the only one who knew that she had caught a cold and would do such a thing.
If this happened on any other day, she would find him caring.
However, at the thought of the passionate kiss last night, a strange feeling welled up within her.
Instinctively, she could not see this as a form of familial care.
âHow considerate of him to send you some light food knowing that you have a cold.â Catherine teased her playfully, âIn fact, our canteen serves light food too. Itâs best for you to drink the chicken soup now.â
âIt should be⦠Ryan,â Freya stuttered.
ââ¦.â
Catherine immediately had a brain freeze.