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Without waiting for Freya to answer, Kieran said with a cool smile, "I think you don’t know the answer!"

Freya's face went pale, but when she thought of her ambitious goal of catching up with Mr. Fitzgerald, she tried to

suppress the bitterness in her heart and put on a smile.

But it was hard to achieve that goal. If she did nothing, she could not get him back even in her next life.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, whether you believe it or not, I have to say that in my life, I will only have one man and that is you."

The corners of Freya's lips were carrying a smile, but for some reason, Kieran suddenly felt that her voice sounded

bitter.

Hearing it made his heart ache.

But no matter how heartbroken he was, he couldn't possibly believe her words. A prostitute is not qualified to talk

about so-called devoted love!

Not wanting to continue to let his mind be led by this woman, Kieran coldly snorted in disdain, "Last night you didn't

sound like you'd only had one man!"

Freya was first stunned, but almost immediately, she understood what Kieran meant.

It was the sound she had deliberately made when he was on the phone with Regina last night.

It was also the first time that Freya was so bold as to deliberately create that kind of sound, and when she thought

about it, she couldn't help but blush.

She lifted her face and wondered if it was her illusion, she actually felt that at this moment Kieran's ears were also

a little red.

Is it possible that Mr. Fitzgerald is also shy after saying such impure words?

Thinking that Kieran might also be shy, Freya suddenly felt evil in her heart and wanted to molest him.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I really only have you! Mr. Fitzgerald, were you complimenting me on my good voice?"

As expected, after she said this, she noticed that Kieran's ears reddened a little more.

She couldn't help but feel smug in her heart, intending to carry out her molestation to the end, "Mr. Fitzgerald, all

my techniques and my voice are learnt from you, if you think my voice sounds good, it can only mean you taught

me well!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you are a good teacher and I am a good student!"

"Ahem ......" Kieran almost choked to death on his own saliva, was he, being molested by this woman?!

Prostitutes are really shameless and have no boundaries when it comes to molesting men!

Thinking that she often flirted with other men like this, Kieran instantly felt angry.

"Get out of the car!"

Kieran slammed on the brakes and gave Freya an expulsion order. He was really out of mind today, seeing her

openly soliciting customers in public, he made such an inexplicable move!

Again, she was told to get off.

But Freya did not.

Freya pouted pitifully and lied somewhat sheepishly, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I can't get out of the car, I sprained my foot

and can't walk."

When she was soliciting customers, her foot was fine, but as soon as she got into his car, she sprained it?

Kieran got out of the car, intending to pull Freya down from the back seat.

Freya knew that she could not resist Kieran with her strength, but she could take the opportunity to achieve more

small goals.

For example, when he pulled her, she could fall into his arms in the process, and then at that time he must be

unprepared and unable to stand, and the two must fall to the ground together.

And then, with her on top and him on the bottom, if the gods were kinder to her, their lips would meet.

The more Freya thought about it, the happier her heart became, and she intended to put her vision into action.

Only God was not so kind to her, and from the beginning to the end she fell to the ground.

The saddest thing is that she has, this time, really sprained her ankle.

"Get out!"

At this, Kieran intended to drive away, but Freya fell right in front of his car, blocking his way, so he had a hard time

turning around and couldn't continue on.

Kieran thought that Freya would continue to stay in front of his sports car and pester him relentlessly, but to his

surprise, Freya got up from the ground.

The corners of her lips, lifted slightly, only, the bitterness and vulnerability in her smile could not be hidden in any

way.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'll leave."

She would come back after some rest.

The ankle really hurts. Freya tries hard to walk normally, but when she walks, she still limps.

The moment he turned around, Freya couldn't control the tears.

Perhaps it was because the pain in her body made her extra vulnerable mentally, and she shed tears.

She still had something to say to Kieran, but she didn't want him to see her tears, she could only turn her back to

him, her voice choked with a whisper, "Mr. Fitzgerald, even if I'm a prostitute, I still hurt, can you stop dropping me?

Forget it, do what you like, anyway, now, in your heart, I am worthless."

"But Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm afraid that when you regain your memory, you'll be heartbroken when you think about what

you've done to me!"

Kieran felt that he was heartbroken right now.

Hearing her voice pretending to be light-hearted when she was clearly in pain, and seeing her limp, he suddenly

gasped with pain in his heart.

He thought that he might really have been possessed, that he was always having feelings for this woman that he

had never had even for Regina.

Although the pain in his chest was like a burning fire, Kieran still said without a trace of emotion, "Don't worry, I will

not feel sorry for a woman who is covered in filth!"

Freya took a deep breath.

Hopefully, he will never be heartbroken.

Freya did not continue to speak to make a fool of herself, she tried to straighten her back and just continued to walk

ahead step by step.

Last night, after Kieran left her halfway down the road, she couldn't get a taxi, and then it rained, so she could say

she got wet most of the night.

She woke up this morning with a fever. She didn't want to take time off work, so she took some fever reducers and

went back to the hospital.

Now, probably because she was having fever again, she was dizzy, and with every step she took, she felt the

scenery around her sway with it, and eventually even her own body began to sway, and eventually, before her

eyes, there was nothing but darkness.