Freya Locke sighed, a self-deprecating smile at the corner of her mouth. Who would have thought that the first time she would come into contact with his body would be under such circumstances.
They were almost half-naked. She was straddling his waist, for the first time, she could embrace him with ease, touch him, even kiss his neck.
Only then he did not reject her, because he wanted to let the woman outside the door believe that he had betrayed her!
Freya yearned to kiss his lips, but she ultimately didn't dare to do so. His handsome and cold face was frightening, especially his red, bloodshot eyes, which seemed murderous.
When Tara Summer pushed the door open, Freya played along perfectly. Whether it was her voice or her expression, it was so realistic that it was compelling to believe.
She couldn't help but take a glance. The woman called Tara Summer stood by the door, her face full of shock. She wasn't astoundingly beautiful, her delicate face pale and bloodless.
