Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2150 âYes, I liked it a lot when I kissed you, â Ryan interrupted her.
Freyaâs heart skipped a beat. She could not meet his gaze anymore. â Is that so? But I think youâll like kissing other women a lot too.â
âI donât know about that.â
The corners of Ryanâs mouth were curved. âFreya, if only I was the one who got to know you first.â
Freya held her breath.
Did he mean what she was thinking? Was she just overthinking?
âYou⦠Stop talking nonsense. Itâs late. Letâs go back.â
She started the car and drove while feeling overwhelmed.
Things were getting increasingly out of hand tonight.
âFreya, when I kissed you just now, I thought it felt familiar like Iâve kissed you before,â Ryan suddenly said, âDid we kiss each other before in our past lives?â
Freyaâs head buzzed. She did not know how to answer that question. She spoke again when the car had driven a considerable distance, â Is that so? I think you must be really drunk.â
âMaybe. I drank quite a lot tonight. â Ryanâs voice softened as he spoke. He even closed his eyes.
Freya glanced at him secretly. The light from the streetlamps outside the window fell on his handsome face. His lips were curved. He looked clean and untainted.
Her gaze settled on his lips for a few seconds. She lifted her hand and secretly touched her lips.
There were traces that he had left all over her lips.
He said it would have been better if he was the one who got to know her first.
She also wanted to say the same.
However, there were not so many âifsâ in the world.
There were also no time machines. What happened had already happened.
In the private room of the hotel.
Jessica put down her phone. She was not drunk. She looked at Forrest.
There were only two of them left. He did not say a word. He simply held the wine and kept pouring it into his glass.
It was a small glass. He drank the wine in it in one go.
âYouâve drunk a lot. Stop drinking.â
Jessica reached out her hand to take his glass. Before she could touch it, Forrest grabbed her wrist. He looked at her coldly. âDirector Snow, mind your own business.â
âRyan called me and said he dirtied his clothes because he vomited. Heâs gone back with Freya. He booked a room upstairs for you and told me to bring you up.â
Jessica stood up and held Forrestâs wrist to help him up.
After standing up, he pushed her away and lost his balance. He stumbled a few steps backward and knocked into the partition behind him.
âYouâre really drunk.â Jessicaâs pretty eyes watched him complicatedly. âDonât be stubborn. Youâre so drunk that you canât even walk properly. Your status is different from before. Itâll be embarrassing if you fall outside.â
Forrest laughed coldly. His body that was leaning against the partition was swaying.
Jessica walked over and placed his arm over her neck.
She held her bag in one hand and supported Forrestâs waist with another hand. They walked outside.
The waiter at the door handed them a key card.
Jessica took the card and walked toward the elevator.
After entering the elevator, there was a reflection of Forrest and her standing close to each other on the wall.
Forrest suddenly felt himself getting even drunker. It was as if he had returned to the years where he had been studying abroad.